...AM LIVING MY DREAM...

I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't end my troubled existence
because only I,
understand what I've been through

I thought I was in love-
    before I got this mass
    of extra cells;
    they call it a foetus
-but love is always the reason
for doing dishonourable things
and I was stupid,
I fell victim to his whims,
sweet talk
and careless caresses
then he said I pissed him off
and he dumped me,
he wasted me

There are many like him,
many of his kind,
they don't listen to voices
crying in the wilderness
they pretend not to see
the ceaseless tears,
maimed hearts
and crushed spirits
yet they are the cause
of the ceaseless suffering

To you little one
playing soccer in my belly,
sometimes whistling
a soothing melody,
I know you're innocent
that's why I've chosen to live
to let you live

So I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't end my troubled existence
because only I,
understand what I've been through

He played with my honour
and left me desolate
like a deserted mine,
its richness extracted,
its story forgotten

He left me frigid and frail
and mocked at my being
he said my bones are dry,
they have no life
but these dry bones
will still support my being
they've refused to rot
in the gutter of condemnation

Though they'll think me of no value,
think am a whore, slut, bitch
I' ll still walk proud
and tell my story

I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't pierce this sharp knife
through my throat.....