Nocha

I am not an incubator for your pleasure

and yet you deem me worthy of your favor

as if I should drop everything and run

because you have so much in common with the sun

“He didn’t mean it” and yet it was said

how my morning star was better off dead

because if I loved him, if I cared

I would have buried when she barely appeared

but I am the monster because I choose not to forgive

go head and sanctify me

shower me with despair

because it is how you show you care

You see me as corrupted with power because I will not give in

you count my blessing as your own win

hold it over me as though I seek your saving grace

Well Fuck you, you can’t even look her in the face

Tell her you begged me to do the deed

Tell her how you threaten that you will leave

Let her known about your fire

Let her know that you wish to wield all the power

and when she waters heavens with her tears

and causally throws down her spear

When she shows your the lamb and tiger are one

I want you to know who has truly won

I will not be your incubator

and you are far from being my savior

my saving grace, my morning star

she is all I need thus far

and when the heavens soon turn bright

we will both hear her battle cry in the night

A/N Poem dedicated to a beautiful little girl. Mommy loves you.

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