Date: 11-11-2032
Olivia's p.o.v
Careless, the stork drops a bomb on New York City,
a woman's barren womb. A child of God is created
within this goddess' tomb, precious cradle of life.
Unappreciated insignificant legacy, unwanted unplanned
pregnancy, is this thing a gift or a curse? Plagued by
stress, this woman's work is not a laughing matter.
Losing grip of gravity, superwoman loses her cape
because her lifework is vanity. Experiencing a burnout,
she takes off her halo and says goodbye to a dying
passion, education. Waiting to disappear, wonder woman
appears to be as small as an ant before her peers.
Nothing special, her words falter and don't matter nearly
as much as water to anyone. Judgmental, people see
that she has a baby bump and immediately jump to
conclusions. Living without a pulse, critics make false
assumptions without getting to know her first. Drawing
near to the end, there isn't a friend within plain sight
to lend an ear or chase away fear. Drawing closer to
the bottom of the abyss, one single teardrop creates
a road map that leads to nowhere. Awaken in the
brutal aftermath of rape, how does one cope with
family, Jesus or the pope? Holding onto a very tight
rope, hope floats up in the air just like a shooting star.
Singing a lament, mourning dark shadows echo the
innocent blood of a dead forgotten abandon unborn baby.
Sleeping with a broken heart, an angel is mistaken for a
demon by accident. Inevitable black sinkhole, the holy
trinity so called matrimony comes about due to wedlock.
Real life soap opera, constant baby mama daddy drama
is a slap to the face every day and night. Beyond the veil,
quiet unforeseen resilience overcomes great travail and
learns to prevail through any kind of trial.