Who Is My Mother?

Who is my mother?

My mother is that great

Black woman

Who have made a difference in history

My mother is that woman who is still

Making an impact in our lives today

Who is my mother?

My mother is that woman

Who never aborts her child

But carried it into

this world because

She loved and cared for it.

Who is my mother?

You are my mother

I love you mother

I honor you mother

I respect you mother

I will never abuse you mother

Because you are a treasure, mother

Like a jewel you are precious mother

Who is my mother?

It doesn`t matter

Color, race, or religion

My mother has given birth

To many generations

Who is my mother?

My mother is that gift to

A man

She makes his life complete

Yet, sometimes he doesn`t even realize

The great role she plays

 In his world

Who is my mother?

Wherever you are

Whoever you are

There will never be

 Another mother

Like you my mother

My Child

Wish you were my child

The way you look

The way you smiled

Really, I wish you were

My child

Wish you were my child

So innocent and kind

With you, I`d spend all

My time

Your face is so bright

You act so polite

I wouldn`t think

To hurt you despite

Only wish you were

My child

You`re different from

Every other child

Our few moments together

Makes life worthwhile

Hope your parents

Don`t mind

The way I seem to

Define my love for you

With songs, poems and rhymes

But deep inside

I really wish you were

My child

My own, my bone, my flesh

And my soul, my home

My goal

And everything I own

Would belong to you

My one and only child

Wonder how

Some people hurt you.

They want to destroy you.

They don`t remember

That they too were allowed to enjoy childhood

 Like they should

Allow you to.

It pained me, it ache me

But thank God he made me

With a tender heart

So I could have love

Towards every child

Around me

Wish you were my child

Wish every child were

My child

Look at the faces in

Various places

Don`t let them go astray

Don`t throw them

In the garbage

Like something wasted.

Love them, Hug them

Appreciate them.

If they need a friend,

Be there for them.

Don`t you wish

That child

Were your child

My Days In Poverty

I never forget my days

In poverty

I never forget

The Dry bulla and the bread

The butter-pan with

Sugar and water

That never left my head

I never forget

The dumpling and butter

Playing in dirty water running from the gutter

Or even bathing in the rain

That used to be my

Only shower

I never forget 

going to school

It was only

Fried dumplings and bag juice

A little exercise book and a piece of pencil

In my knapsack that was

 on my back.

Sometimes I felt so blue, because my grandmother

Could not afford a pair of shoes

Those were my days

In poverty

So there`s no need for anyone to envy me

When you see me acting with pride and dignity

Most of my life growing up

I had no TV

But if I go to my

Neighbor`s house

My grandmother would

Beat me.

Whenever I looked on

My feet, I can`t help

But smile

Because they did some

Very hard work

Growing up as a child

My grandmother could not afford bus fare

So wherever we`re going

We had to make up our minds

To walk a few long miles

Those were the days

But there`s a very important role

That poverty played:

I have learnt a lot, and

It taught me

How to appreciate life in good and bad days

I`m still not rich, but I’ve come a long way

I have accomplished many things

In my life today

I never forget

Porridge without milk or bush tea without sugar

At nights when time is hot

The wind outside was all we got

I never forget 

Going to church

Only a few coins

My grandmother could bring

Because she could not find enough to pay her tithing

When church was through, the elders and deacons

Would overlook you and shake the hands

Of those who are richer

Than you

I never forget

Because all those things are

A part of me

Night and day I used to pray

For the heavenly father

To rescue us

From the grips of poverty

I was never bound for destruction

Because deep down I knew

My life was under construction