Filled with fear and pain but love and hate
To raise it alone since he never agreed
A bump in her road, but she’d still succeed
And pray to God there’s no postpartum weight
Yesterday morning made her one month late
Always dreaded, but now she longed to bleed
An obvious fact she refused to concede —
A being of beauty she might create
Months go by, and she’s getting used to
The idea of not only one but two
Feeling light-headed, everything blurry
A stream of blood gushed from between her feet
A thick, black blood that marked finality
The greatest love stained the ground: biggest defeat
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