By Pamela Agbogamadamenoire.com
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.
