He Left.

He left. 
He left me all alone with my sorrows and an unborn child. 
Of course he had to go, I kept reminding myself.
For he, too, sang America.
He was just trying to be a father.
He was just trying to be a lover to a mother.
He was a warrior.
But I felt inferior,
Like something was going to prevent him from coming back to me,
To us.
His courage drove mine,
But the difference between our bravery,
Was that his overcame any challenges,
And mine ended up facing a wall that it could never get over.
That was also the difference between men and women. 
Us women were always left behind,
Each singing what belongs to them.
For me, it was him.
And my child.
But I knew I was going to be okay.
One day, I will walk that freedom highway.
One day, I will follow him all the way to his world.
The world full of war and grief.
A world full of demise and agony.
One day, I will meet all his brothers and sisters,
At the doorstep of tranquility.
One day, our equality will be equivalent.
One day, he will be watching me go out into the world;
The world he wants to protect so greatly.
One day, I won't be told to go,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
No, one day, I too, will sing America.
And one day will soon become tomorrow.