The baby will come
That's a promise
It's meant for some
It's a hit or miss
Other than that, what?
What do you suspect
That's a lot of luck, a lot
To be what everyone expects
Do I conceal my feelings?
I do and there's nothing to be done
They have no ceiling
And they're not easily won
I come equipped with all
So I can do all that I can
Yet you don't see me whole
A picture short of a man
So pretty I was one day
And because of that I paid a price
When conditions of may or stay
Apply, it's not me I need to sacrifice
But now I go to the gym
And reveal more than I conceal
It's up to me if I liked him
And if faceless I am then that's how I feel
You still have the book of women
Carved on the tablets of time
Like you I believe in them
Yet I believe time's been unkind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem