What Mother's Child

 

What mother’s child could I be

 who spares any love outwardly

  for me

B*****d am I

 Though there was love between

  them

For spite I was given another’s name

  so as to not disgrace

   The Almighty Him

Blame not me for any

  odd behavior

Show me my true line

  And I shall walk it

   with flavor

Sorrow is felt for a man

 who tried

  to be

Dangerous is a carrying woman

  who holds many a secret

   and a lost identity

 

What mother’s child could I be?

 

Would one find fault

  If I lie

   and discreetly cry

Or should it be me

 to hang myself as a fruit

   from a poplar tree

 

What mother’s child could I be?

 

Even though she can’t look me

  in the eye

Just my mere presence

  makes her want to die

Did I have a choice

  to choose my kind

Who then had my voice

when another whipped me

  and distorted my mind

Does she feel my pain

  when I sweetly say her name

Why am I the one

   who is made to feel the blame

What happens to my legacy

  now that I know the truth

Maybe I’ll run for President

  and leave my fate in the hands of a

    Sleuth

 

Invention…

  the mother of all creation?

 

What mother’s child could I be?

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

Interesting and sad.