Rusty Broadspear (no login) from IP address 172.190.70.131
Eve
I have an ambition to become a woman of credibility.
Married young, a still birth, nothing, forever grieving.
I was stung, funereal hymns sung, I suffered much humility.
My husband stood by me, such a love, but I was prepared for leaving.
And that’s what I did, we married as a family not meant to be.
Became ‘a waitress in a cocktail bar,’ who said that? Shania Twain?
Lived in an apartment, four rooms in one – utility.
Paid off debts, escaped nets, drowned regrets and started again.
Overcoming adversity, I joined an open university,
Studying only in time, deposited on the beach.
Seemed out of reach, a total absurdity,
But funny as it seems, that time was a peach.
To reach where I am, no matter how much I lied, I’m qualified
As a writer of words, I defend my credibility,
I have no family, my womb has died,
Take me as I am, a real petticoat of impossibility.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 205.206.129.48 on Oct 11, 2003 8:41 PM
You have such an imagination, Rusty! I hope my comment about you being 'beautiful' didn't somehow engineer a gender switch? Said while laughing, I hope you realize...
