I am my mother's daughter
Born in the season of rain
On the night the stars went nova
Born to a woman of great strength
who was molded in the season of pain
On the night the stars moved west
Of her, I was made whole
Imprint by imprint we stand alike
Like Skyer and Tsy

I am child of my own
Born to myself in the season of stain
On the night a star was broken
From which, out came dust, milk and batter
I became their solemn secret, their muse, their puppet
Dancing about in feilds of black roses, until I conceived of myself

I bore myself in the season of four saints
On the night my star was spoken for
I became woman, water, willow
Now I pull the strings and that's no secret
'I am impossible, invincible, immortal'
And if that could hold anymore truth
Then I am fleeting, fragile, feeble
above all, one thing stays true
I am and forever will be my mother's daughter.

Copyright © 2007 by Bernice Angoh