TO ALL TRAUMA MUST A WOMAN HEED,
AND TO ALL ATROCITIES GENERATED BY MY WOMB'S CRIME,
SORROW CAUSED BY MY BARRENESS GREED,
HINDERING ALL EXUBERANCE IN MY PRIME
IF THIS IS WHAT I AM DESTINED TO GAIN,
LET MY SOUL DIE WITH AN ARROW
FOR I CAN BEAR NO MORE PAIN.
THE ROAD TO MY HAPPINESS IS NARROW.
WILL THIS BE THE GROUND FOR MY FALL?
MY INFERTILITY HAS CAUSED ME FAME.
HOW DO I RESPOND TO MY MAKER'S CALL?
I THOUGHT I HAD PLAYED A GOOD GAME.
HOW DO I BRING THE TRUTH TO LIGHT?
HAD I NOT SERVED THOUSANDS OF PRIESTS A DAY?
POUNDING IN AND POUNDING OUT ALL NIGHT.
HOW DO I SHED MY TEARS AWAY?
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