The competitions went on well and guess what mom…
I won but felt like I lost,
In the midst of the cheers I jeers did shout
Mocking my poor lonely smile…
Mom… I wished you were there,
But I’ve come to understand you have priorities…
Mom… my uniform is torn
Aunty said I look just fine but my friends mock me,
My hair looks bad but aunty doesn’t care too…
Mom… When shall I see you?
I want to show you this bruise on my thigh,
Aunty pinched me after I poured porridge on the carpet
Mom… Our teacher said many people love money… Do you?
I hate the toys you buy me mom,
I hate drawing a happy family with crayons in school…
Mom… Do you ever miss me while you are away?
Why do you come late mom?
Uncle John said I am beautiful
Then he touched my neck and kissed me…
Am afraid mom…
Mom… Its OK if you don’t come early
Its ok if you can’t come when I am awake
I understand you love your job mom
But please when you come home today mom
Kiss me goodnight.
By Poet Joe Mcory™