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Poetry || SubmissionsOur FetusBy Brooke Davidoff web: http://www.poetrypoem.com/brooklyn poem: 1) Our Fetus How do I know you're not like the rest here for a while to suckle upon the breast you talk of all these things how do I know their true help me believe in the words that become you don't be like the rest please prove there's something more don't play the other guys games and shove this out the door I would like to believe something here is real yet creeping in my mind I'm hoping I didn't get the shitty deal So maybe you're busy away from your phone Why so much negativity 'cause you're not answering the phone I feel like I'm gonna cry if us meeting was wrong I don't understand this world I follow intuition, dreams the way I feel Is that wrong should I stop un-plug my emotional clock This is the first time I've felt alone in a long time I can't feel you in the room anymore were you really here before I shouldn't have let you in shouldn't have opened up but you were begging please and my heart told me not to stop I thought something in us was alive it was much larger than trust As the fog fades and the room clears my eyes focus straight on my fears what can I do how can I change make my mind rearrange Was it all an act just a mind game because you think us women are all the same talk of marrage talk of love close the door seal the room no more talk Silence hurts non existant words piercing my soul exploiting my fears the spotlight is glaring my words flaring damn the female mind but what if I'm right? I feel naked now without your voice in the night I feel something growing inside most say "I hope it's not mine." As they run and hide emotions exist, maybe yours we shall see if I miscary I don't expect this to happen with you yet how many things in life do we know to be true? I hope I carry you the whole way threw I want you there helping me deliver all I think and know to be true women miscary everyday they abort to take the pain away adoption is like adultry upon this puzzle of life sharing your emotional child with someone else's wife Our relationship- a fetus bathing in the blood hoping for a chance he was meant to be awaiting in the silence of his safe and secure womb having no choice but to wait for he does not control his fate Brooke Davidoff is a graphic designer in San Diego, when she is not working or writing or acting in community theatres or watching baseball...' Brooke's website Today's Situation
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