LABOUR APLOMB

***LABOUR APLOMB***

In nakedness she was put forth
and in nakedness she lays now to bring forth her own son.
The line keeps moving
And now has been named my turn.
My turn to explore the sweetness of romance pain
And cough up the sperm that protruded my tommy.

Oh no maternity!
Must I also go through this EVE path of agony?
My mothers underwent this journey
Yet no one tells me a palatable story.
My feet are heavy
Here comes the ugly moment to wrestle with my matrix
The hour my tears soon turn into ocean, as I regret the night matrimony broke my hymen.

Ahhhh!!!
When would this old curse of nature know an expiration?
Generation upon generation are we subject to this pain with no emancipation.
We couchant on our beds ululating bitterly for a panacea
But no way!
We do not have a say, but to pay for an ancient sin of one woman

Yes the deed has been done
But still do I beg to make one last plea.
If at all it be possible I pray thee, please allow my husband to share in this 'PUSHING'

Written By:Joy Ekpo