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All For My Baby Peasants With Pleasant Rags 2

For you I want to be strong For you I want to be weak For you I want to be a sinner For you I want to be a saint For you I want to be poor For you I want to be rich Just for you my baby I want to be your strength Standing between you and all storms of life Letting ragging hand of poverty slap my battered back Back that now knows the rhythm of the rain and scorching power of the sun For you I want to be beautiful, a jewel you can be proud to call your mama For you I want to be a hero Oh! How much I love to see your face lite up with joy when you look at me For you I want to be rich Just to give you all the luxury you deserve that fate won't let me have For you I want to be ugly, sitting under this withered tree, drawing the hem of every passerby So I can get a few coins in this bowl of mine For you, I want to be filthy, if that's the only option life throws at me For you I want be all, so you can be someone noble For you I want to save every penny thrown at this ageing 32 year old body of mine So you can have a shoe to wear to school For you I want to be all the bad things you could be, so you can be all the good things I couldn't be. All these, for you, my baby.

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Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon

Date: 5/31/2017 5:00:00 PM

Very emotional! I love each line of the poem.

Abosede Ogundare
Date: 6/1/2017 7:33:00 AM

Thanks for reading Adeniji.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/19/2017 9:39:00 AM

You are a VERY good mother!! Love how you wrote this with such emotion, Abosede. I rarely look at the avatars of people and I had to take a look to see what a cute mom you are in that picture.

Abosede Ogundare
Date: 5/23/2017 3:42:00 AM

This is not my story, Andrea. I was travelling one day and I saw this woman with a bowl in her front, leaning on the railing of the bridge, adjusting her sons faded school uniform, and I just could read in her eyes her love for her child to be educated. I wrote this poem because of that moment. Thanks for reading, Andrea.

Eve Roper

Date: 5/18/2017 4:34:00 PM

As much as we love our children we want everything for them... Enjoyed reading, Abosede, thank you for sharing. ~*

Abosede Ogundare
Date: 5/23/2017 3:28:00 AM

Thanks for reading Eve.

Akkina Downing

Date: 5/18/2017 12:24:00 PM

Your love for you baby is priceless. Just by having a loving and caring mother is richer. Great poem :)

Abosede Ogundare
Date: 5/23/2017 3:25:00 AM

It's really amazing when I see these people begging on the street, sending their children to School against all odds. Thanks for reading Akkina.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/18/2017 12:13:00 PM

- A mother with a loving heart - Give everything to her child, even though she is not rich in money ... she is rich in soul and heart - Warm and beautiful poems, Abosede - I want to give this a 7 ... it touches my heart - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Abosede Ogundare
Date: 5/22/2017 5:35:00 PM

Thanks Anne - Lise, glad you liked it.