Content

Too many problems and not enough people to solve them.
Walking up and down with that scar boldly on my cheek,
so many expectations from me did they seek.

I bruise easy and heal slow
Why do you think I kept my count low?
Then he came along.
My world was void before, but he got me singing a new song.

Am I good enough for you baby?
That's what he asked me.
I laughed and I told him maybe.
Who was I kidding? He was everything I wanted to be.

In his presence, a weird feeling bubbled up in my chest.
With my baby around, I felt blessed.
To be forgotten, I finally gave the past consent.
I didn't feel empty anymore;
For the first time in my life, I genuinely felt content.