Skip to main content

Save Me


Save Me
Copyright Tamara Peachy 2012
Song on Abortion

Verse 1
She wants the fire of our greatest star and the cold of the moon.
She wants the silence of my talkative tongue and to stay in the room.
She wears the finest clothes and is saturated in perfume.
I’m here waiting to be seen, I’ll be erased soon.

Chorus
Mothers work hard to be free.
They have sex for pleasure and company.
They have bodies that tempt
And legs that spread.
Why would they need me?
Why would they have me?
Why would they carry me?
I’m just a disposable baby.

Verse 2
She wants the dance of the club and the drink of the bar.
She wants her country back and her voice to be heard afar.
She wants to steal the power from men and everything in between.
I’m here waiting to be seen, but I’ll be erased soon.

Chorus
Mothers work hard to be free.
They have sex for pleasure and company.
They have bodies that tempt
And legs that spread.
Why would they need me?
Why would they have me?
Why would they carry me?
I’m just a disposable baby.

Bridge
Don’t call her a slut.
That is going too far.
It isn’t polite and it makes her feel bad.
Slice my head off; that is acceptable.
End my life; that is freedom.
She’s a liar.
She’s a liar.

Chorus 2
Mothers work hard to be free.
They have sex for pleasure and company.
They have bodies that tempt
And legs that spread.
Why would they need me?
Why would they have me?
Why would they carry me?
I’m a baby. Save me.
I'm a baby. Save me.
I'm a baby. Save me.









Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Shy Suicide

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by someone else's struggle with suicide. Don't worry I am not suicidal. Suicide, why do you hide beneath my white skin? Suicide, why do use my fake smile for your sin? Suicide, why do you keep your cover until the rope is tight, the trigger is pulled, the pills are swallowed, the wrists slit? A black phantom behind my face. A dark word behind my lips. A night in my day. Suicide, why do you ensnare all my companions? They didn’t know. They didn’t see. They didn’t recognize who had overtaken me. You left a message on paper; they read in disbelief. Suicide, you are shy, and yet you have the audacity to kill me.
4 comments
Read more

Attainable

How divine and untouched the purity of God. How like not another. How mysterious and unable to be measured. Do I compare You to the drink of wine, the taste of grape, the power of nard, the depth of an earthquake? Even a star burning bright still it does fade. He is Creator, unmade. As the earth groans and meditates it collapses and shakes. As a human, I do not understand fully that the Miracle of heaven owns Holy. His purity that I fear to face I will, on glorious day, attain by grace.
2 comments
Read more

Definition

Beautiful, as she meandered into the profile picture of her dreams. Hair meticulously styled, angle right, and artificial light to highlight that which is dark. I thought, certainly she was someone to befriend, yet she wanted nothing to do with me. She loved to sin. I found a woman with a double chin, bags under her eyes, walking around the block, taking it all in. I thought her time had come and gone, nothing more to my life could she add. Wishing she’d be a mere acquaintance, I left after our small conversation, not recognizing she was the definition of a friend.
Post a Comment
Read more