I have seen different sizes and shapes of women
Sometimes, the tall, short, slim and fat
Each with their unmistaken body smell
Some so beautiful beyond description
Yet ugly ones still on the street with no shame
Then I look at myself and ask, how do I look?
Surely I have no relation with these ones
Unfortunately I was born in those black days
When faces die with no history to behold
Her face has gone with her, nothing to behold
Now I see theirs, mine is unknown
Family describe hers to me, still can’t be sure
I have tried to place a look for her in me
It keeps getting hard, couldn’t help myself,
I feel like a lost child
Looking for her mother she couldn’t identify
Every faces seeming like her lost mother
But one thing I was told and believed
I was conceived and born of a woman
Who at a point of giving me life lost hers
Who couldn’t lose me but preferred to lose herself
The woman who couldn’t watch me grow
But put God to watch over me
Who couldn’t give me anything
But left me with God who gave me everything
Then I decided to stop looking at faces
Since I am with God who has always taken me places
And I will never believe that I am a motherless!
