Daze Change

                          Daze Change

Today I decided to not have a baby.
Boy or Girl I would never know.
Without snot noses or pink beanies or ailments I would never know.
No interruption to my daily life to buy strange cloths.
Nor would I know pure trust for mommy when I get home.
No not me in that I am alone.

No man to help me grow.
No roots to call my own.
No baseball or ballerina or princesses will I know.
No I am alone.

Now I am withered.
My hair is thin and complements my face and covered by my hat.
My rose cheeks are gone and my womb dried up.

Oh God, what have I done?
I tear up and cry!
Why oh God why… I die.