Would I or could I be supportive,
Of a child of mine blinded by sex...
And barely in their teens,
To have yet experience life!
Then to get pregnant?
With a doing of it without knowing,
What it is like to endure suffering...
Day and night?
With a hope everything will turn out right?
NO!
I would or could not be supportive.
'Is that it? '
I could tell you where to go,
Where the devil sits!
But I wont.
Since God has already spared me,
To declare that blessing for me not to be.
'Could you imagine it? '
No!
No more than I can imagine myself,
Sitting in prison for the rest of my life...
Because a child disrespected,
Not only me but my decision.
'And what decision would that be? '
The only cap adorned I want to see worn,
Is on my child's head at a graduation ceremony.
And any daughter of mine I see breaking down in tears,
Will be after she's been awarded a Doctorate's Degree.
'Do you have any children? '
Didn't you hear me say...
I can not imagine myself sitting in prison?
For the rest of my life...
Since God has already spared me,
To declare that blessing for me not to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can not imagine myself sitting in prison? For the rest of my life... When I began reading this poem, I thought what a saint has come out of Lawrence! but this is his way of teaching the moral to the girls and boys!