Better

Last Saturday, I sat in the parking lot of Lowe's Hardware, studying. I was there reading about my role as a future counselor, when suddenly I looked up and I saw a pregnant woman walking with who appeared to be a relative of some sort, another female. I looked at the woman and she looked like she was very tired, worn.

I wondered where her partner was. He was not with her.

I resumed my reading and suddenly I looked up again, and there was another woman walking with two little children. She was pregnant. She looked tired too. She also looked very self concious. Her children ran and played in their innocence. She looked at me and then she looked away. I looked at her and then she looked away.

Anger folks. Anger is what pumped through me, like a train. And then I wrote this poem:

You see me here
with life in my belly
hopin' to see and feel
some life in me.
Will you love me only in darkness?
Will your shadow be all that I see?

A long journey
before
And a surrender is coming
inside of me.

I'm mad at women and men who don't look out for each other or themselves. Who live their lives on, "We'll see..."