Down the Drain
I can count my lovers with fingers
not promiscuous none the less
at age sixty two what say you
never used a condom
as it will be condemning
my beliefs
of not procreating
good genes
or the crazy
never to hold my babies
as fetus they were flushed
for the abuse at age fourteen
not a choice if you tell me
of morning sickness
to hide from my mother
bringing the wolf in her den
of lush and many tears
well I paid the price
but all is swell and a line or two
a survivor for you to read
the indulge the dreams
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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