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
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