Blood on My Hands

I have blood on my hands
I have for some time
Pretending to be good and perfect
Spreading that lie
That I do no evil
Again I tell lies …

The blood on my hands can’t be washed away

I was hoping that day by day it would fade

But I was wrong and I told lies
And allowed a man between my thighs

We lay together 

We create life

But I lie, I lie, and now I cry.

For the life I denied was in my womb
I feared what others may think of me

My self view

I was unconcerned for her beating heart
Unconcerned for the life of she

So I pretended that it couldn’t be

Yet in winter I awakened with cramps

So on the bathroom on my knees …
Crying over the remains of thee

I have blood on my hands

I can’t wipe clean.