Birth Alone. Poem by israel kabayo

Yes, I did it, yes I had sex!
Yes, I am pregnant, and
That's a fact.

It wasn't a mistake and it wasn't a choice.
Such an event was written before I was born.
So don't judge me, or downgrade me,
I am feminine, inside of me.

Stop looking at me like I'm crazy to,
I am about to give birth, so don't just bear with me,
Help me through.
This is a miraculous event, it's my first time,
Don't you think I'm nervous too?

Anger, depression, and pain are written
Across the words on this page.
Joy, love and peace are hidden far in my heart,
Buried in a cage.

So my anger is not because I am about to give life.
My disappointment is not because of what I've done,
But my pain is in him, because he isn't around.
He ran away and left me in despair,
And now I have to give birth and he doesn't even care,

I am in the delivery room with strangers around,
No family at all, because they aren't proud.
All I need is love by my side,
And with God, I know I'll be alright,
But as for now, I just can't help it, but cry.