Want to be powerful? Know yourself, you'll find you already are. -Mosi
Who?
Mommy who is my father?
Who?
I cannot tell you, but look
Here, she dragged me to a mirror
"It's his eyes you took" She smiled, pointing to my pupil. Your father is there. And look, here!
In my eyes? I feared,
Could mama being going crazy?
You hold your father, she said, happy and reminiscing
She turns over my arm, and I traced down to my palm, mama's eyes glistening
Not in your hand-- in your heart!
But the baby? I asked
If daddy is gone, who did the baby come from
God. She answered.
But mama-
If I am my father and father is gone
Doesn't that make me no one?
A ghost, left without a soul?
A fatherless child in an one parent home?
Stern set in her eyebrows
Melancholy in her eyes
But mama being mama would not tell me lies
Then something of brown fell from her words--
Ask questions, little one
Gain knowledge
Little owl
But don't always 'who'
Because most of the time the answer
Is simply you
