Take me to church through February’s piercing breeze  under the lunar light trembling body  trembling heart. Sea moss stones buried in raven sea under the decision’s pressure longed for reunion its sweet warmth.

From the womb, our mothers cry out with joy Happy at the thought of having a daughter  For their silent prayers have been heard  To have someone to hold dear   And the fathers who look forward to having a daughter Shout like a town crier on the street Others watch, a fool they all think he is  But they know what they seek A daughter, a symbol of riches, love and blessings – No lies have been told But daughters, do you know?   Mother and father shout “You are all equal in this