Ode To Momma
She sells items of meager income,
such as;
Soap-flakes, peanuts,
soft drinks, bakeries.
Not to make profit
but at least rich enough
To feed the family of gold.
my mummy’s little outlet,
is the bachelor’s pride.
The young men,
stride in and out
at will to the little corner,
to make themselves
fit for the kitchen,
borrow for the belly,
save for the day,
and pay for the morrow.
Its chokes to notice
You re gone
Red is still the
Colours of the blood
In our heart eyes
Though skin varies
Love you Momma.
The blackness
Of your skin
Is it strength
2ND PLACE WIN
I Can't Breathe
Richard Lamoureux
5/29/2020
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2020
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