Poetry, Tale Africa

Dear Mama

By Percy Matlala, South Africa:

So her tears scarred my heart
Her struggle and sweat
Scraped my body to bones
It all pains me to my soul
So it will take me to my grave, CARRIED!!

No poverty, remembering my childhood’s worth
Just a stone of love
And how she kept feeding us her own flesh.
Out of hunger,
She wiped our tears with a smile

May the road been too long for her?
May we have been too heavy?
Through it all
She taught us ourselves

Well…. that’s how it’s bound to be
That some of us get born with struggle in our blood
And tears to hide our faces
Just so you know, even the beauty of birth
Leaves its own scares

So people looked up to the sky for starsBut had one living in the room

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