This Pregnancy Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Cracked illutions,
And of the rendezvous of my pregnancy;
And i will never forget the last night.

A time of wheat and a time of love,
With apologies to the victims of the world;
But this pregnancy is dedicated to my lover.

Of man's curiosity,
I've spent 40 years starving for success!
But i am now pregnant for my lover,
And it is like the era of globalization.

Please, somebody should tell him who i am;
For i am carrying his baby and with the traditions,
And i an now with the cracked illusions.

Think twice before you close that door on me,
For the final count-down is on this pregnancy;
And the rendezvous is all that it takes.