Gay Awakening - 8/1/07

[bandarikin]

I only wanted a child.
I named them already, after light and melodies
drifting to me on the radio. A want so mild
Would be as easy as Sunday morning.

But God’s a spiteful bitch who went up between my legs
He put a hand grenade there, pin-out
And rested it there like a big fat egg
Hidden beneath my girly skirt

Fifteen years it ticked then boom! acrylic dreams
And futures we’d so meticulously plotted
Fall around my feet in smithereens
Floating on a pool of lady-blood

Crash!
Two years later
I finish the job in flesh