They say
children are godsend.
Yet I don't know
which god send her.
Everything began normal:
conception, pains, anticipations.
She alone was different.
It took me a hell of pain
to bring her out;
her large head wouldn't out.
No one was happy.
Neither was my man.
I knew I would be alone.
Even as he left me, my man,
for a better choice,
I didn't feel like giving in.
fighting a lone fight
for one ever so light,
I felt tired at times.
With uncommunicative sounds
just a breathing baggage-
she knew nothing.
I never feared death
for when did I live?
Yet, the baggage I couldn't give up
still did breathe.
Who else would carry it
when I am gone?
Now, after these long years,
she has gone back.
I am free now:
my big freedom.
What do I care
in exercising my freedom?
For , nobody ever cared
for my bondage.
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