To Become Without Me by Jessica Ni Leacai

I called out for you, in the night,
so many times, I called.
You weren’t there, you never were,
you never wept for me, you never.

You held that child, cradled in your arms,
it not mine, not mine. 
You whispered love, none for me,
your love for me lies, whispered lies.

I would beat you from my breast, if I could,
your abuse filled my heart, beaten heart.
You denied me, everything wanted,
you a thief of stolen moments, denying thief. 

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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