Conflict
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read
A hundred thoughts in my mind,
All muddled up in a way.
I ask myself, ‘why is that so?’
There is nothing I can say.
I look in the mirror, and see myself,
Then the silent tears in my eyes.
I stare some more, and then they fall,
I wish I had been wise.
Some call it sin, its love for some,
Growing within me, my life.
They call me names and give me stares,
For I am not a wife.
He’s not at fault, for he’s a man,
You woman, don’t ruin your life.
But I choose you, oh my little one,
And now there is no strife.
