My daughter,
I know its night
Hourly, this new world darkens.
You call it, home
I call it lost
You call it Rome
It's nothing but the illusions of dust.
All I see are hungry monkeys and ugly vultures
Hanging around from tree to tree
To Feed and devour in lone
What is left of greed.
You are right.
I must return to bed
With a settled mind,
Rest my head
To see a new day.
My daughter,
Your teeth of saw has torn my flesh?
How can I leave without you?
In the middle of no man's land?
How can can I take part in this public humiliation?
You defeat me,
Labimpe!
What do I tell when I get home
Stories I bro use through a phone?
Your dad whom to the underworld is alone.
Do you really want me to go?
Your rousing speech gives an unbeatable tone,
To my body and soul.
A Mother shouldn't leave her child.
I will go without you.
I cant stay here in the wild
The vile in their eyes hurts me so.
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What do you think about these lines? Without the guidiance of her mother, is Labimpe safe staying Alone in America?
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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...
