Prodigal Daughter Poem by Preston Mwiinga

I am not ready to come home yet.
If you want, you can classify me as a prodigal daughter but not like Pamela because I have not robbed any bank.
The only thing I have done is to take part in increasing the number of beings on Earth.
I know you have said you have forgiven me, but still I am not ready to come back home yet, because of the shortcut I used in implementing what the Bible says on go and multiply.
Tradition I have broken and it is required that mine guy takes responsibility for partaking in the hidden fruit, the church has the mandate to dismember me because mine sin is a public one.
I Know you had the fury in me, but because you value relationships so much, you have forgiven me, and with your open alms you have requested me to come back home.
I am not ready yet, my face is covered with shame, I was your pride but now your face is down because of me, I will think about it