Poem: The Rejected Ones

By Pamela Agboga  

I never knew it would hurt this long You said it would be sweet, and sweet it was, but not for long nine months’ pain and shame but now it’s past, now at last I find my joy again.   They never told me it would take this long But glorious the day it arrived To seek what was abandoned thirteen years I wore my gloat with pride For your blood that runs not in your skin Shall loath and detest you well I was a very good learner, but a teacher better yet.   You’ll never know till it hurts too much And makes you want to die For forgiveness is lost, it waited too long and now bitterness must thrive for come 21, we shall keep singing this song when the child becomes a man the blood that runs not in your skin shall shun you once again.  

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This article was first published on 16th January 2013

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