abortedA Poem by BETHUEL TJEBANEan aborted foetus conronts the mother.
You conceived me a sin
And damn you buried me a sin Sorry i'm not tryna cause a scene But The Man Above has seen Guilt must be feasting on your soul Should have gave me up to poor Mrs Sowle Were you scared that you'd raise me a sole? Sorry but mothers are doing it in Seoul Why are you crying a dupe? You got yourself in this soup I was a blessing and you aborted I guess you thought all was sorted.
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Added on July 12, 2018 Last Updated on July 12, 2018 AuthorBETHUEL TJEBANEpolokwane, Not Applicable, South AfricaAbouti'm defined by the pieces that i write. more..Writing
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