Gabriel O. ÒshóDavies

Dear me!
The arms that open
To embrace me
Are not matched
...

As the holy Thing within starts to grow
Your plight is how to let your man know
That you have never two-timed him
And that in you there is no infidelity,
...

See me now, underfoot trod,
See how hard I find it to bud,
See me wedged among wild weeds;
Oh, I don’t belong among these breeds,
...

If it's yours
It's half-full,
If it's others'
It's half-empty
...