Mother Africa-Tears Of A Real Mom Poem by Monika Llinus
Mother Africa-Tears Of A Real Mom
I am torn down
my family was taken from my loving hand
and now, now I'm all alone
Whether or not death has struck them, I remain uncertain
It hurts as though
sitting on the edge of a sword piercing through the ribcage
straight to my vital organs
and amidst the pain I'm wishing to rewind time...
I'm ready to sacrifice myself so my daughter wouldn't be a sex slave
and so my son does not become a rebel
but my womb hurts in terror
a terror for the future that awaits us
a breaking of love bonds...
All I want is to mother my child
to witness the purity of their growth
but rather the sands of the dunes keep us apart
and a uniting tradition tears us apart
as I watch my children and I break away.
A good start with a nice poem, Monika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Monika, the sentiments here are heart-rending. However, a good poem in English or any language, is also consciously artful. Your ESL issues (lines 2 and 6) hurt this poem. If you want to improve as a poet, you should stop writing for a while and immerse yourself in good English contemporary poetry. If you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com If you like it, perhaps share it whit friends who might be interested? Thank you. JC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:07:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What this poem hits at breaks my heart. Keep tackling such subject matter. It's beautiful.