She’s a witch, my mother Or how could she be so strong?
They were right, her foes
My mother’s a witch
That’s why she don’t sleep at night
Watching me, hovering, protecting me
That’s how she does those things
Real men fear, dread…
How could she know what furrows my brow
When still to unravel, burrows my soul?
I might be poor now, I may be ugly,
I may be useless…
But dear God, I have this one wish,
For me, spare this witch…
For as long as she lives, how can I fail?