Views from the Womb

Poor miss little understood
Little did she know that the little that she could
Wasn't short enough to show
That the beauty wasn't fading
It was building to be bold
It was stretching to be grown
It had feet
It had hands
It was molding to its form

So when Daddy found that Mommy had a daughter in her womb
He had questions
Pressing questions
That needed answers from Dr.Gloom
Dr.Gloom ran test scaring Daddy out his boots
Results showed Daddy sterile
Mommy needed answers for her womb

Marriage was their sacred bond
Leaving secrets in the dark
Daddy's faith was tested constantly when it comes to these remarks
Mommy cornered for some questions
Questions she wasn't ready to explain.
Simple settlements, "I love you"
Doesn't answer for her shame
She  was low.
Daddy thought.
Daddy put her emotionally in shame

But Mommy backed out of that corner with some vengeance
With some rage
Mommy knew something about Daddy
Daddy didn't even know
What would Mommy have on Daddy to keep Daddy on his toes

Loaded Words

I can't trust myself no more.
I'm afraid of my actions
I'm afraid of my reactions
My skin scares me and those who come in contact.
My eyes deceives me as my image is being plastered
On the mirror of disaster
My flesh stretched over skin that getting fatter.
I'm repulsed by what I see.
Only one to change it would be me.
Working hard, but not hard enough
As if quick results will solve this fluff.
I am damaged inside and out.
Corners torn screaming help me....
I'm at the end of my route.