Bore Me A Child Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

It's been years of my barrenness
Years of forlornness
Days and nights of loneliness
But how long shall I wait?

River passes a mountain without the will of it's valley
But how hard can it be for a manly sweet leaf to water my womb and nourish the seed in me?

My heart is raged with fear
My soul is filled with sorrow
My eyes are sobbing droplets of blood
But how hard canit be?

I'm like a leaf without roots
Joy of being a woman
Taste sweet like desert
Pain of not being able to conceive
Tastes bitter
Oh! I'm just a mere clay in the hands of the Potter
But Lord! How long shall I sob?

How can life be dark
Like I'm sleeping on a bed cursed red sweet roses?
Yet! it essence yet! so bitter and soar

Shall I drink the bitterness of it's leaf that denies me a chance to plant a seed in me?

Oh!
Wings of an angel
Fly down on me
Have mercy on me
Away take the pain

Bore my a child
Bea dear angel
And give me a soul
For my womb to nourish
But will i wait with no rush?

Running out of patience is my heart
Longing for a child
Fading Is my faith
Shall I starve myself to death?
Will my hunger bore me a palm?
Will my womb bore me a joy of my womanhood?