Bitter Seed #2 Poem by Iphupho The Dream

Date: Nov 2,2018
Subject: #BITTER SEED #2

Its been weeks of internal pains
Days and nights of forlornness
Months of fear and that of mourning the death of my unknown traumatic experience
All I ever wished for was to have and to hold the product of my seed..
Was that too much to ask?

River nourish the forest
Without the will of its roots
But how hard can it be for a manly sweet leaf to water my womb and nourish the seed in me?
How hard can it be for my womb to carry a term with no complications?

Like a life of a maiden put at hold
I feel like my life is more of a fairytale gone wrong
For I long for a soul to call my own
To have and to hold the fruit of my womb
Oh! Lord!
Do I need a Deity
To become a tree that bores seeds?

I have been holding these bitter seeds
Longing to bore a palm
To reap the fruitfulness of my motherhood
Its as if I'm a tree and the roots arenot strong enough to carry a term....

Like any maiden
I long for a soul of my own
Like a tree
Oh! Lord! Every season I yearn forchange
How long I shall reap the emptiness of my womanhood?
How long shall I beg for a fruit of my own?
Its as if my forlornness and my fear of udulthood aren't enough
For not having a child of my own..

My dignity and identity is put to shame
For I cannot bore a soul
Shall I cry out my soul
Or shall I just sit and eat the bitterness of this tree that refuses me a chance of being a woman?
Oh! Lord!
How long shall I sob?
How long shall I wait?
How long shall I ask?
How long shall I walk this endless journey of seeking a soul to call my own?