Bitter Melon

Well, my Mother named me "Bitter"
Although, as a child, I was so kind
Hiding myself in the reeds to watch:
Over my brother

But, still, my name was Bitter
Bitter the Taste of the Sea
Bitter the Cries of the Horses
Drowning Behind U.S.

If anybody had asked me
I might not have chosen to go
But, everyone knows
Sometimes, you don't have a choice

So. When he said, "You're banished."
Seven days in the desert, alone.
I just started walking.
I knew there was nothing to say.

The scorpions and the spiders
Crawled up to me and stopped in my shade
Together, in silence, they watched:
As the sun crossed the sky

And if your father spit in your face
Wouldn't you want to leave that place?
And if your skin should turn to snow
Wouldn't you have to go?
And if your G-d should turn from you
Wouldn't you turn, too?

Still. I don't regret a minute
And I don't regret an hour
Of the week that I lived all alone
At the top of the mountain

Though, no voice came down from heaven
And I never saw words written in fire
I did see the birds of prey
Pick all the carcasses clean

If anybody had asked me
I might not have chosen to go
But, everyone knows
Sometimes, you don't have a choice

And if your father spit in your face
Wouldn't you want to leave that place?
And if your skin should turn to snow
Wouldn't you have to go?

And if your G-d should turn from you
Wouldn’t you

Turn, too.