TIRED
Unfortunate it is
that the past can’t be erased
Unfortunate it is
That the pains will never heal
Unfortunate it is
That it hurts to feel
Unfortunate it is
That a cancer of scar
Evades me within
I’m tired of trying to explain
Tired of justifying
I pray to live the days
Where the chemo of life
Give me a shot at love
For the ones that spoke to me
Only listened to my weakness
The ones that approached me
Only to trip me over
The ones that said they loved me
Only wanted to be acquainted
To making love
I’m tired of whispering stop
I’m tired of forgiving
Without hearing I’m sorry
I’m tired of never having being valued
I’m tired of not knowing how to hate
Unfortunate it is
That I live my days
With the word cancer
Written on my breast
The phrase teared apart
On my blouse
With the word victim
Written on my panty
With the word uncomfortable
Written all over my body
