Mothers can be parrots
Most mothers are;
I know not about yours
But mine is!
Her complains are endless
Blame me not,
Elders should be respected
Elder do not just grow from child to adult.
They grow from adult to child again.
And she is a child again.
I need to care for Amoke
To feed, nurture and teach her
How to live a better life
I need to polish her
To live and shine
In this new shoe of mine
To live a modern life
To prepare her for the future
Amoke, I called her once
Her thunderous slap hit me hard.
When I asked her why
She warned me to call her mother
And not her name!
She called me a bastard.
Amoke, why are you so cruel?
Like a military personnel!
You don't have to be a monster
To be a mother, Amoke!
Why are you so stuck to your rules?
A gun that you bullet to my heart.
The ancient ways should be gone
Like the chew gum on the wall
Why, mother....
Do you despite me so?
Why, mother...
Do you fail to move on?
What if I reject our savage traditions
And embrace the white ways?
Would you still consider me your daughter?
ESTÁ A LER
My Voice, My Choice
Poesia#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...
