I will give birth on a mat weaved with straw
Under the influence of eyes that are raw
I will give birth under the scrutiny of the sun
Where there are no stretched paws
But ready customary laws
That will prevent unseen hands from taking my baby and run
That love that is a bond
That I have shared and I’m fond
Will kill the soul of this heart that is weak
So I’ll not be close to a pond
Where calling may be difficult to respond
And watchful eyes will turn meek
A gift this big
Must not be left to an unknown pig
Who may struggle in the pit she may dig
For my dear love under a big wig
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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