Someone's Child (Poem)

This is the third and last poem in a series of poems I wrote about how a woman wants a child, but ends up giving the child up for reasons. Well, at least this third one is about going through the birthing process, but choosing adoption over keeping the child. All three poems will be posted on my Facebook together in one post soon. In the mean time enjoy Someone's Child. 

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Someone’s Child

Sometimes I imagine what she’d be like

Would she have hair like me?

Tough enough to break a comb

Hours to create a style

But point some leave-in conditioner on it

Or oil that hair heavily

And the process would not be a problem

And what kind of clothes would she like

Would her style be like mines?

Meaning she’d throw anything on

Or would she have an organized wardrobe

Nothing but girly stuff for a pretty girl

Or would she be a tomboy

Hiding behind baggy clothes

Always staying silent

Never letting anyone into her world

But alas I wouldn’t know

On that day I decided I couldn’t handle her

The responsibility was too much

So right after giving birth

I opted not to hold her

And just gave her up