Childlike Proclivities
It seems my missed carriage comes
From my inability to form deep relationships
I often admit when I’m lacking particular experiences
But I get ignored by the others intentions
Their actions penetrate every nerve of my skin
And I can’t conceive the notion of giving them up just yet
It seems my miscarriage comes
From my inability to care
I often wish I could truly understand
But I resent having to combat this double standard
Their assumptions have shaped my outlook on sin
And I can’t conceive how so many take this life for granted
It seems my missed carriage comes
From my inability to take a stand
I often admit how fearful I am of the confrontation
But I can’t help to think I should do something
Their words upset me
And I can’t conceive why I should go through with it
It seems my miscarriage comes