A.N.: A one shot of Desiree's feeling in the form of a poem.
Disclaimer: I do not own Desiree's Baby or the characters in it
He Loved Me
He loved me
Or so I thought
He loved my child
Our child
Or so I thought
He gave me a name
A respectable name
Or so I thought
A name I could cherish
Give my child
Live with
Or so I thought
But I wish
I had stayed nameless
Where at least
I knew I belonged
For now
I don't have a home
A place
I can call my own
Instead I'm not loved
Because
Of my child's skin
Of my skin
At least
That's what he told me
But perhaps it was him
Who was born
Of the slaves race
He loved me
Or did he
Was it real
Did I just pretend it
Did he fall in love
And marry me
Because of a lie
He said
He loved me
But did he
Just love my looks
Is that
What he loved
Not me
But my looks
But why
I truly loved him
I didn't lie
I know
Love is unconditional
Not to be left behind
Like a satchel
No longer needed
He loved me
Didn't he
I left
Because of him
Left into the forest
Into the abyss
In which
I never returned
He loved me
Didn't he
Please
Somebody
Tell me
I don't understand
Somebody
Anybody
Tell me
He loved me
Didn't he