Both parents sterile
Such a paradox
I come anyway
Like the bloom and fruit
A most bountiful harvest
Without and within
Their mouths utter words
That their eyes disagree with
And I can see it
Too young to be old
Bored by school yard equipment
I dream of real flight
I set up my house
I do as I please in it
But I must pay too
Legal confinement
Without bars on the windows
Come from words unsaid
The smile that he wears
While viciously attacking
Offends honest men
The truth I once knew
Has returned to reclaim me
Straight from my own womb
The fragrance I breathe
And for shame became used to
Is stronger this time
Must not neglect it
But tenderly encourage
Less it fades again
From the love within
More concern for my young ones
Than for my own life
Foresight is vision
Erasing dark nightmares
Lighting the pathway
To walk the right path
As posterity follows
Is life's greatest joy
As I taste the bread
My young ones devour it
Gain more strength than I
Of paradox born
By contradictions brought up
Honesty matures
In one family
Determination has joined
Memory and hope
Our mirror proclaims
As we dance proudly past it
We know who we are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A haiku of haikus? You go girl!