Yes, I love you….
but is it okay with you to see me
suffering with infections?.
or I am such a bad woman to be taken care of?.
I know I chose you out of love.
You took me in, not to love me,
but to prove your muscularity.
Today, I won’t face the world,
for I am not the same woman anymore,
but a dying one.
Take care of our children.
Maybe they will remember me one day.