Message To My Unborn Wonder Poem by kemurl fofanah

sitting in my soul, dancing, smiling to the air

Jungles of thoughts waving in my inward sphere

Ooo what a massive feel of delight dripping from the dark

I wonder where this my pearl of beautiful clay stay pack

I rewind this revolutions of daring thoughts over and over

I wish I could talk to you my little unborn wonder

You and your unknown mother, have stationed my mind in your world

I have not a thread of your feature, but your name, i had whispered very bald

Are you a man that will stand and dare your future without compromise?

Or are you a woman that will hold futures and choose one that is more wise?

Who do you want to troubled in those nine dazzling months?

Is it a feminine with virtuous moves and radiant fronts?

I'll venture into the realm of our deceptive ribs and drawn out that woman

We'll shout, we'll hate, we'll separate, but i'll not forget that she is human

To you my unborn fetus, I have list of secrets to whisper in your mind

While standing near the river bank, anticipating your coming, i've become delusionally blind

You made me tap the shoulders of the wind with smile, any time I recount, your coming

You have made me a witch doctor, I roam this big ball, through space and time in order to find you a moral lodging

I have become a mad man, fighting to hold the terrible bliss you'll scatter in my life

I have become a clown, to our opposite figures any time I whispered the cry for a wife

Some called me a dreamer, some insane and many, a spirited joker

But I swear, by the gentility of my breath, from them, i'll raise you my unborn wonder.