A Grave Conversation
Do not come to my graveside,
weeping in whispers
afraid he will hear
I am with you child, in every breath
Adanneya, Adannaya
A Grave Conversation
Do not come to my graveside,
weeping in whispers
afraid he will hear
I am with you child, in every breath
Adanneya, Adannaya
Listen to the revised AUDIO version of the poem here.
Floetry by JulietKego: “Today, I Will Not Bow.” (Version II)
Today, I shall be born and my mother will not weep
when she beholds the folds between my thighs
and my father will not stare at her with accusing eyes.
Yes, today, my father will not hunch over,
and hiss out loud, brokenly; ‘It is a girl!’