MARY TELLING JOSEPH THAT SHE PREGNANT

Joseph, my betrothed, I don’t know
where to start. I was into the red
of this egg a long, long time before

I did know the shell mash!
And there never was egg that I meet
in my life to compare with this one!

Jah-Jah himself witness that is true.
And you know, is my mother to blame!
Is okay, Joe! Don’t look so confuse.

I don’t mean it the way that it sound.
But is Ma self tell me I must take
time to ponder on things.

Is that I was doing, looking over the plain,
listening to the children reciting Shema
in the schoolroom next door

when the porch fall into
a deep shadow right there.
I frighten straight away.

And this angel as big and as bright
as the sun ask me if I would bear
Jehovah pikni.

What I could do? Don’t I
must have to tell him yes?
Don’t just stand there, Joseph,

for you have every right to feel vex
or to think that I losing my mind.
If so, how I could ever blame you?