She was the Most Corageous

Since I was the only one to not read aloud my poem on Tuesday, I decided to finish it and post it on this blog. I'm not a poet, but here it goes...


March is the fool that comes
before the 1st.
A baby is born next door;
out of wedlock.
Nobody told her how to act
or how to behave
Heck, nobody even told her how to do the laundry,
Instead, now...
She is blessed in the unluckiest way.
with a human being
and no collective support.

Mid-way through March.
All alone,
She was now becoming familiar with the tiny human life.
She became attached to something
in a way
that a man feels attached to empowerment.
Unmarried mothers from east to west
from the ghettos to the suburbs
Looked up to Her for Her internal courageousness;
because only a courageous woman with no husband
would keep an infant with a deadly disease.

April smells of lavender.
it could cover up all
but the stench of mere defeat.

April brought woes to
Her, and only Her
for Her family, was not in sight
and She was losing her child.

March fooled everyone who thought that
April would be the coming of Joy since it was
May, that She lost Her baby girl.