And while everything was going
Miscellaneously,
That night
In my room
At the upper apartment,
She came,
Wearing a face
Cold as twilight
Beautiful
Like my Mama
And asked.
Should our bond
Lead to pregnancy,
Would you stay
Put?
And if you do
Would you take me home?
And if your Mama
Rejects me...
Would you stay?
Would you baby Mama me
Or have me abort our child.
I smiled
Because an illusion this is
That will end....
Like my love goes - Miscellaneously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem