She was young and needy when she made the booty call Not knowing that one dalliance would be her downfall And the outcome of her association Was the need for a backdoor surgeon Who would get rid of the unnecessary pregnancy And let her move on with her professional identity. Once the deed was done she realized her wrongs, For they wrenched her baby out with their sterile tongs She cries to the day “I’m sorry my baby, please forgive me…. For I just couldn’t stand up to the gossips glee” Needless to say her life took a beating For she couldn’t get past her self-imposed hurting. When she’s alone at night and introspects All she can see are her baby’s tiny hands, eyes, ears, cheeks.. legs She cries for her little one that she wrenched in two And now realizes that there is something she has to do Salvation is what that she needs and is so required She cannot continue with her “I’m so tired.” She now ignores the enticement and lure of gratification Instead reaches out
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