Cracked illutions, <br />And of the rendezvous of my pregnancy; <br />And i will never forget the last night. <br /> <br />A time of wheat and a time of love, <br />With apologies to the victims of the world; <br />But this pregnancy is dedicated to my lover. <br /> <br />Of man's curiosity, <br />I've spent 40 years starving for success! <br />But i am now pregnant for my lover, <br />And it is like the era of globalization. <br /> <br />Please, somebody should tell him who i am; <br />For i am carrying his baby and with the traditions, <br />And i an now with the cracked illusions. <br /> <br />Think twice before you close that door on me, <br />For the final count-down is on this pregnancy; <br />And the rendezvous is all that it takes.<br /><br />Edward Kofi Louis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-pregnancy/
