A poem under construction...

I am a very private person (regardless of how it may seem lol), I keep myself guarded at all times. It seems like when I do let my guard down I get hurt, or abandoned. That's probably why I leave people before they leave me lol. Anyways...this is a start of something I'm in the process of writing. There's a lot more to it but I dont want to get too too personal in this blog lmao. So i'll save it for my other one. Just thought I'd make a post so ya'll would know I'm still breathing :)


The humming of electricity. The slamming of doors. The sterile hospital smell. Feet shuffling. A blur of white scrubs. Doctors moving quickly from one end of the corridor to the next. Women shouting...screaming in agony. Grasping the arms of loved ones, friends, family. Legs propped open. Pushing. Blood. Pain. Anticipation. Life.

....or perhaps the absence of it.

Cocaine. Heroin. Hennessey.
Growing belly. Morning sickness. Swollen Feet.
Quarter bags. Black and Milds. Swisher Sweets.
Eight Months. Premature. Struggling.

I wonder...did she even care as she carried me?