At my breast, lies his pleasure and pain. Nourishment he finds for here lies a woman's reign. A lump breaks the binds, and my power relunctantly released. Complete nomore as my feminity is regretably deceased. I, rotten they now say the cups of life gone Yet, hope's abandon is not a woman's way. For I am whole with the constant beat of my chest, and my spirit's role. Not for what lies at my breast.
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Reviewed by noxolo marcia (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2010
wow if i could think of that i belive i wiil be some else
Reviewed by Dennis Williams (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2003
Unbelievable work! Simply incredible! This is definitely the work of a true poet. Wow! Nia, you definitely have a talent beyond belief. This piece is so beautiful and touching, your word choice is extraordinary as well as your lyrical style. Thanks for sharing!
Dennis
Reviewed by Douglas Arnold (Reader)
Reviewed on September 15, 2003
A lovely and touching lament for maternity lost. You hit the spot with this one Nia
Kimberly has gone from a well-paid female executive one minute to a desperate woman the next. Thinking her day can't possibly get any worse, she finds out how wrong she is when she goes home. The only way to set things straight is to get even.
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Dennis
Oh this one touches so deeply and it
is so painful when it happens.
Thank you fo sharing this one... Excellent write
PJ