Sitting alone in the dark empty room

She ponders the future of the child in her womb

She wonders what kind of mother she'll be

and cries out to God upon bended knee

In the back of her mind, she feels so ashamed

and thinks to herself her character's defamed

But nothing could be further from the truth

She's got the love and support she's had from her youth

And not to mention, so many others

That love and respect her. All her Sisters and Brothers.

Finally the pretty African maiden

Has cast off the worry that had her so laden

And she's still as pure as holy water

she's given the gift of life to her beautiful daughter