Walk With Me
Mom to his arm
Son to her arm
The battles have lasted their songs
The struggles have conquered their dreams
With his love he spreads the abuse
The nights of thunders
Interchange with the days of worry
The womb not protecting the son anymore
From the violence of a lover of doom
The tears not slowing the animal, her lover of doom
She dreams of greener pastures for her son and her
She fights the system and a culture that enslaves women like her
The poverty that only allows burns of tolerance
She has her eyes on a land
On the other border
A land full of lights
A land that could put out her fires of hurt
A land where she could mold her son into a man who is a real man
Mom to his arm
Son to her arm
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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