I scream, I yell
to this semen in my interior
the one looking for a childhood
it haunts me further
and throws me into a burden of fear
for I myself am a child
burning womanhood
in my own space

As my bohemian way smears
I become a withered flower
finished
I refuse a miracle
not a banal event
a dirty trick
this power on life
with guilt the price

I scream, I yell
I unleash in mist
this irrevocable suffering
result of an insanity
and I chain myself
with this ultimate choice
me or the child

Copyright ©2006 Johanne Farmer