Mother's Pride

Arrival of the outsiders… who are they? Suitcases. Open them up, clothes thrown over the place. Roots growing, fasten your mouth here we go. They grow as my voice gets tangled up I can’t breath. I choke myself to the sink… where is the color of my skin? White powder appears all over my face. What are you waiting for wipe it off or else it will be too late. I had an obligation to meet I needed my pride. One root growing leaving the other behind. I must resist the nature of this place. I need a vision of forgotten words speaking something else. My fingerprints are there somewhere I need to go back and find them. I open my mouth up I can see the other root it’s growing back. (Inspirational poem) (taken from my book called shock)