Some look at me,my outstretched hands,
and think I am some teenaged tramp
wearing a t-shirt that says
"Whatever,"
totally uninvolved,
shirking responsibility...
What is it
about "Let it be"
they do not understand?
I'm standing here,
pregnant with your love,
filled with your presence
and they expect me to get to work,
or feel some shame
for only being,
for not doing something about it.
What's up with that?
Only You;
Only You.
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