Nope I can't get pregnant
I'm dried up like a prune
No more eggs
To bear in the womb
Nope I'm as barren
As a desert storm
If u want a fertile woman
Better get a white one young and norm
I'm too old
And too mean
Got a sharp tongue
And have to be the queen
I can't be a submissive
In amarriage with a man
I like my men big black and solid as sam
So don't bother holding on to a lie
My child bearing days are over
Your nearing your last days
We'd be fools to hang on
To a delusional dream