Wrong Truth

"Like a pomegranate making love to a cactus tree,

He will bleed your heart dry like the Sahara desert" she said.

Whispering fallacies and fake truths

onto deaf ears that only hear

sounds of a lover’s hearty laughter.

Does she not realizing

that I already bled all my fears and reservations

monthly with my womanly cycle.

And now I am pregnant,

nursing the very thought of him

between my forbearing breasts.

And she

like so many,

friend and foe

mother and child,

alike

whispers wrong truths

Pre-ejaculated

with the intention of aborting my love

with her callous and calculated words.

But someone should tell she

that her fears are not my truths,

and her fears fall on deaf ears

For I only hear my lovers hearty laughter.

Hayat Magan

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