Kua Cun her pant,
Sleeping while she breaths
Slavish grips of “love”
On her “valen” day.
All along allays
All the thoughts of birth
And her love enrols
With the child make king
Not the world can stop
All her feelings now
For her back is bound
On this bed she lays
Time away but all,
Fun and love must stay
Till her pant is wet
And from now she knows
That a mother she,
All her life shall be
Except nature ceases
To produce a fruit
Which she now expects
Cause her pant is wet.

macaulay akinbami

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