Mother, Show Me the Way

Mother! Show me the way The real parent A seed plant from its plant From what is planted comes a real parent Mother! Show me the way No more arguing From blood, fresh, water and going_ Forming a child of parent and mothering Mother! Show me the way I call her mother Calling her everything I don’t bother No me nor brother Remembering a steam, real world of father Mother! Show me the way She might be left Meandering right to left The children to benefit From back looking the prints left by foot Determining the real gear from the pot Of my mother in order to eat Mother! Show me the way She might be used Let me call the pleasurable to be not measured From where by the moments of pleasure my father pretend Removing day, welcoming dark, these depend The direction of the day of today in play This is the horned saying of the poet to deploy Mother! Show me the way She sweat without sweet Day to day, morning to morning Humidity encouraging her, motivated under digging What was found, taken without any profound? To the others to eat, from my mother’s sweat Mother! Show me the way My African mother, a real woman Regardless of no man, a teacher or layman As you see the moon, out from the sun Show that I’m your son, let me out from the summon As it is what we get out from what we receive in Negative relation and the negative impact come on Mother! Show me the way