In despair
My people, I cry!
Listen to my voice.
The insults of my child
Are hurtful beyond repair.
My daughter insults me together
With all our generations.
She spits on my livelihood
And calls it truth
And tag me 'a liar... A fool'
I can't misfire
Not to curse my daughter!
Labimpe abuses me in English
She now walks like a giraffe,
In pride.
She towers.
And I, like a tortoise
Creep in shame.
She says I am old fashioned
She no longer wants me as legal guardian
In cruel jokes, she laughs at me
Her tears, darkens
She complains
She says I am crippled
And can not write
She says I am blind
And can not read
She says I am deaf
That I can not hear a single foreign word
Let alone understand
She says I am a useless name,
Just 'mother'.
Labimpe treats me
As if I no longer exist
And Aremu,
Her long deceased father
Is the only one alive to her
Like flies that feeds on used plates
I am useless,
Less in value than anything else.
To be washed out!
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My Voice, My Choice
Poetry#1 in africanpoetry #6 in racist This poem collection contains various atrocities that happens between mothers and their daughters. 'My Voice, My Choice' is a debate between an educated daughter and her illiterate mother. Experience is the best teac...
