Daughters Of Nature Poem by Favour Chinemerem Ugwumba

I can't remember my Past
I can't even see my future
I'm trapped in my present

This begs a question

Do I really need to pray and fast?
to have a better view if tomorrow's picture?
or is my past supposed to give consent?

I've tried studying my life like maths
Each time I need some lecture
I'm failing it I really am,it's as if I am totally absent.

why not make me one of your cast?
I can't be you but together we can portray the daughters of nature
remembered, watched, loved, sorted for and of course sent.