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Dear daughter,I know you tired,
Yeah,you think I got you fired,
You worried why I havent brought you,
To planet earth and grow you,
It isnt my fault please,
Am looking for the best mum with ease,
Who will cherish and give you care,
And cover you with warmth when bare.

I want a mom full of sense,
A father figure in my absence,
A role model as you grow,
One with love blood flow,
A mother with visions,
Not one with complete fictions,
She will smoke only fish,
And drink milk when fresh,

Your mum will never be a slay queen,
She will always care for you with keen,
She will be a down-to-earth,
Hers will be a fresh breath,
Rather than the slayed one of fermentation,
And milk full of contamination,
As long as I am in control worry less,
Your dad is trying regardless.

Your mum’s milk gourds will be intact,
Admirable and full infact,
I need not flappy ones,
Hanging like bladder earphones,
The gourds opening should be pointed,
Untatooed,unsupported,and unpainted,
This is the extra mile am taking,
To see you safe and healthy growing.

Just a matter of time,
Am bringing her anytime,
I found one of a kind,
She is so natural like a rubindi,
Hers is natural elegance,
Soon she will carry you with fragrance,
And nine months later,
You will see your dad better,
Daughter please,bear up with me.

Poet Igweee

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