FORGIVE, DAUGHTER

Forgive, daughter, if the womb in which you formed is more peaceful than the world you arrived in Forgive, if mama didn't heal before she birthed you and you have to endure the poking debris of her past while trying not to step into her shoes Forgive, if you were denied of a father and rather have to behold a man you call ''papa'' trade punches with your mother's face Forgive, if your arrival into the world met no ovation and rather frowns and sighs from a people who didn't see you coming, people you later called ''home'' Forgive, if you everyday your ears have to sweeze in an anthem society never gets tired of singing, reminding you that your place isn't beside but behind every great man Daughter, forgive.