But, there is no father to this child.
She played around with the boys in her land and,
They all slept with her in the name of lust;
So, she now has a child without a husband.
Of her bruises and her words and her notes,
You can’t hide from the truth when it hits you!
For she is now a mother with a bouncy baby boy and,
I am now floating in timeless order to reach out to her.
She was once my student and,
I taught hwer how to count, read and write;
But her echoes through the wind made her another person,
And she’s now a mother to a bouncy baby boy.