She Lived.A Poem by Raheem Lyttle KiyagaWithout nothing, she lived And also made me lived to now.
She was organised and devised,
Coincided with double lives, She lived her life and for his son, Survived on her deviled, belittled and she was manipulated, Life! she owned everything and anything this world Could give, sacrifice and dedicate, Her life! She walked in uglinessly and tears But never hold back to tear her single kitenge, Keep me warm and firm, With every broken moments, They were a potent symbol, she lived, Never gave up on who she nurtured me to be, Her cautiousness and directions Glimpses and paves my way forward. She never got out the house But she lived everywhere And witnessed the world Foaming in and out like waves On the ocean, Saw many different people, Of different natures, They were all totally different. She was curious, Liked the smell of old books And the woods, Kept the woulds, I will make it, Go out and find the world She never lived Write the books she didn't smell, Tell her stories, She is but never narrated. She lived an ordinary African wife, Never knew about Whats App, Fb, Viber, Instagram, BBM, Conversely she lived out this invention, Invested in me, paid my tuition And every moment xpects the dividends, For every moment she lost, sacrificed, Still she was proud Seeing me flourishing. She understood sth, Her nudity was for her husband Not for the band and fun, Not for the money Still and all she lived broke, She never broke her a*s-out in pleasure For mulo Secreted the African morals, For the daughters tomorrow, She lived a moral poem. Her name is my mama. © 2015 Raheem Lyttle KiyagaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 7, 2015 Last Updated on November 7, 2015 Tags: Mothers' Love, Life, Child Parenting, Nurture, Poetry, Raheem Lyttle, Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas. Author
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