What of my Mother?

By Wenne Madyt Dengs (A poet and journalist)

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I am your shield

I am the sole of your shoes

I am the cap that covers your bald head

I am the bed that carries your fatties

You fart and I have never held my nose

You have stopped thinking about my mother

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My mother, my mother, my mother

She cries day to day

She is naked and thin-legged

Toothless and bottomless

She is still wearing CPA-aged underwear

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My mother, my mother, my mother

She has become the residence of all maladies

I am hearing that she lives under the tree

Because you have branded all your built-ups with covetousness wording

That “NO TRESPASSING …!”

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My mother, my mother, my mother

My eyes are dried

They are subjected to objectivity

Presuming to protect

Who is consuming your shares

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Mother, I am still your son though I am at the sun!

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Writer can be reached through: wennemadyt63@gmail.com

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