The plight of being woman.

By Philister Aketch.

By the shadow in her window, you can see she was carrying his baby.
The sadness on her face, was not hard to see.
Every night she stood by the window, alone.
The light from the lamp shade had shown.
Where does he go every night?
She sits in loneliness and doesn’t continue to fight.
The one thing she cares about is the baby growing inside her stomach.
Those long nights of nausea and feeling sick.

What she craves is to have a loving family one day.
That is something she never had, she grew up in foster homes, not a good place to stay.
She wants a husband that will love her forever more.
Like in the fairy tales, she wants her prince charming, not like the guy she had before.

Now she has her man, but loneliness still creeps up along side of her when he’s gone.
She is carrying her baby, that someday will be in her arms, where it will belong.
Together that is family, but why is she so sad.
Maybe she feels that she is not what he wants, that is so bad.
She will have the family but will there be happiness.
Her life now is one big mess.

She found the letter that he wrote to another woman.
As she read it, she cried a million tears, now she knows every night where he has been.
She’s not the family that he wants, but it’s the family that he has.
She craves the happily ever after, but it’s all now in the past.
She packs her bags and leaves him a note.

” I found your letter to her, and found that it is my place to leave. You now can have your happily ever after, signed sincerely yours.”
Is all she wrote.