Mama Poem by Brian Mawadri

Dear; Mama!
How can i appreciate your sweat deluging exertion?
If Mr. employer, demands experience;
Not the abilities, you bore within me:
And the African discipline you instilled.
Your baby-boy is hurting; deeply!
I don't mean to skip your elastic heart.
And labor your thoughts.
But hope my letter thaws,
your burning frustrations.

Dear; Mama!
I am a man now:
But still cursed to depend on
your hand-outs.
Like an infant!
Is this my mortal fate?
I feel detached every passing day.
Is this how death feels?
For am futile.
Yet the world, is transforming lightning fast.
Leaving me laggard;
Economically trapped with naught!
And mentally strife;

Dear; Mama!
I am curled under my sheets.
In solitary of my compass;
Like bats in shadows!
I drench in dreams,
every time i think.
Some ‘'homie'', planted his seed
in my queen!
And it paralyzed me;
Like taking shots in the chest; demn!

Dear; Mama!
You're a black angel;
Pool of literature can't comprehend,
your remarkable deeds.
This job search, has kept me defect.
Feels, like i am in a different universe!
And made to feel like an outcast;




Dear; Mama!
In case i cease in your care;
Live rest of life in harmony:
Because you gave life; a precious gift!
And offered me the magnificence
of the world.
Every unborn yearns for:
When in the solace
Of a woman's womb!