Teenage Mom

When I carry my baby, when we go out,
People ask if I am helping Mom care for my sibling
Most can’t suspect, with me is my own — my very own gem
And with the ecstasy in me, I sometimes forget the shame, the pain
The endless nights filled with tears, sorrow and regret
Those tears have washed away the scales of innocence and impatience
With my baby in my arms, I can see clearly…

My baby is here, she’s beautiful, like I was some time ago
My body is a caricature of what it was sometime
The new zebra lines on my waist
Heard these strangely beautiful things appear when one stretches.
People I know, people older than me call me “Mami”.
Don’t they remember who I am or even who I was some time ago?
Maybe they do, who cares? I made a full amazing human.

My former baby doesn’t remember who I am
He moves away from me as though I am an embodiment of hell
Staring at me as though I am some taboo — a horrid one
Sometimes when our eyes meet, I can tell
We both remember those stolen moments, those stolen nights;
Those ones he used the gifts, the series of balderdash to seduce me
Those very ones that convinced me I had found love.

All I wanted was love
I’ve found one that truly completes me
One so pure, makes me better with every struggle
Sacrifices that feel like sunshine on a beautiful day
I sold in the game of love and lost
To compare with cards, once I played ace, gave my whole self — the game ended
But it landed me with a gift, a most precious one.

Thanks to Awanto Margaret for being my extra extra eye…

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