Born in this world
Happy and free.
No problems did I have
Just Born To Be Me.
I grew in statue
I learned to talk.
I was taking new responsibility
I learned how to walk.
Though this woman over me
Told me everything to do.
It didn' bother me none
She told me I love you.
As I grew older
I was living in a dream.
Somebody said this wasn't real life.
It isn't as it seem.
I went on to school
Got religion and education too
Then life got kind of twisted
I didn't know what to do.
I thought a lot about my mama
And the things she used to say.
How you've got to keep going
And remember to just pray.
When I had my children
I thought it would be fun.
But I worked so hard
I hardly seen the sun.
I've thought a lot about what mama said
Over and over again.
And I've thought to myself
Where does my life begin?
Some kind of way
Life is turning around.
I make more demands on my children
Saying keep your feet on the ground.
And out of all the demands
My mother made on me.
I find myself daily laughing
Because my mother now is me.
Cecelia Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-to-be-me/
