I FEEL FOR YOU MAMA

~I FEEL FOR YOU MAMA~

Has the aroma of the unfinished bread

Put you to sleep?

Has the firewood burn out into ashes?

What about the charcoal?

I wonder if you could ever bake your own bread

And share equally among your offspring.

Wake up Mama and look at me hungry in rags.

Have the mercy and utilize

What my bastard dad left me.

Don’t be fooled by friends

For they might not be as fortunate as you

So would want you to be in same level as them.

The oven has gone cold-

Yet we need to bake.

Why can’t you make up your mind

And change the faulty ovens?

But would always want to give it

Another try while you know in your hearts,

The ovens cannot bake the bread of development;

Of which your children are waiting

To feast upon with a hungry relish.

Who is brain washing you Mama,

That the oven is doing well?

Have you forgotten your words that;

If a mother knows the use of her breast milk

Her children may never suffer?

I weep for you Mama

Because being so rich, yet you lack

The eyes to look around and see.

Always that naive slut

 Hovering about potbellied men

With briefcases making news in town

Yet we still have less to depend on

Because you strike poor bargains

Before every shag.

You give in too much

And always left with little to care for.

I cry for you, instead of myself.

I pity you mother

Cause I’m been scorn by strangers

For your acts-they entirely mistake me for an animal!

Even though Odomankoma has built me to last.

They call me names

But yes! I bear with those fools somewhat!

Because my mother upon all the oil she has

And all the left over minerals

My bastard father left us

Has no clue of how to bake her own bread with.

But I will keep on crying, changing pitch

Till you hear me out and act.

For it is only when the mouth has got enough to chew

That some spreads into the beard.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014