Diaper is not for grown buttocks
You should have been there when I knew not how to wear socks
But felt the whips of cold creeping through my feet
You should have been there when my baby teeth made noiseless beat
And yearned for the natural milk only you could give,
When I took those first steps, tripped, fell and wanted to live
Those times, I only needed hands of my womb house
No matter the thoughts that her mind clouds
You should have been there, only you could understand my tears of pain and thirst,
My tears of hunger and rest
We are but the drawing of experimentation
Those days are gone
Now you must know diaper is not for the buttocks of the old
Do not reap where you did not sow
It is true I swam to your shore
But it is also true you beckoned
Does it make sense that I became your convenience rubbish?
Diaper is for children
Feeding bottles too
So cover your steps from the day you took off
Severe your thoughts of me
And continue to live your life.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 