We Fight Together
Poem
- Nichelle, 1991
Me and My Unborn Child or We Fight Together
In the beginning, I was sick and tired
My body was changing, unwillingly
For some reason it did not desire
Desire to veer oh so suddenly
But on the inside there was a struggle
A struggle, a crave for life oh so dear
A wanting to forever be snuggled
Wishing to be held very close and near
Hardships and problems and so close to death
Made that body, that person want that life
Many tears about a life with no breath
Makes an obsession for his little rife
Problems and problems, they say, forever
Obstacles? Yes, but we fight together