The bulging belly tells
a story Her naked hand is a cause for shame She is scared And alone Fornicators look at her And laugh Pointing
Three fingers point back She thinks her only way out Is to destroy the thing
inside Angels and demons struggle in her head Fighting for life She goes to church
Pro-life people shun her They whisper: “She is not married” Against all odds
she decided to tell her family She is going to see this through She encounters
anger What a little whore she is from a family of old values God seems to not love her She makes an
appointment
Tears in her eyes she
ascends the stairs Carrying the weight of her cross the doctor will see you
Then behold A miracle A
women dressed with the sun Do not harm this child
Take comfort my
daughter I have been where you are I have received their teasing
Do not listen to them
God himself has touched you the bulging belly tells a story
Her naked hand proves
how brave she really is.
