Her words like arrow pierced my heart
Is she my mother? I doubt
Are all mothers like this?
What do you say mothers do?
Is it not that they are caring and full of love
why is mine like this?
Her heart,black like African's cooking pot
I need her love
but she gives me hurt
she makes my heart drip with blood
My tears falling and gathering like ocean.
A woman carries the foetus
A mother raises the child.
To me she's nothing
but any other woman.
©razpen
R