Its not a facade
Today i do not feel loved
Walking from one room to the next
I see my son & notice we're both sensitive
Then i cry again.
Either the monster is in the kitchen stirring through the pot or telling spooky stories or laying down beside me or in my reflection
Its scares me to be this honest
Then i cry again.
Theres nothing sensual or sexual abt me
No one knows or check on me but a 4 yr old
He cries cause he plays alone
Im just happy he can play
He cries when im sad
Im just happy he can see & recognize my face
I want to hold him with no reason
I want to be held as well
He's small he does all he can
So He lays his head on my lap
Then we cry again.
©porsha..
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