Mama; S Sacriffice Poem by luvuyo gqamane

MAMA’S SACRIFICE
There are times I look deep into the mist of my soul, I get scared, It’s me the homeless guy sleeping in the far Shaws of the city, Admiring the beauty of nature
No one seems to care or bothered if I had something to fill the stomach grumblings or a blanket on my back to protect me from the cold, There are times like these when ones voice is no longer heard and he has no choice but to give up all hope, for no one shows love since the death of the pope. But can one like me say I’m stranded in this world filled with poverty, am I suppose to throw the towel? Is it over?
I reminisce but just a few years back me and mama living in a tiny one room, a room dilapated and cold, worrying that any minute someone might attack; it was then that my black nose got the smell, the brutal scent of the wicked rose
Mama a woman dedicated to see me smile
Woke up every morning and walked a mile
Just to see her baby boy had something to eat every night like those kids with everything, I was just a mere little boy with no care in the world, but mama made sure that I always had the biggest toy
I will give my life to the women who gave me life, stand in front of a truck and die, just to see mama on track, tell me if I’m wrong when I want make everything in her life so right
Mama another women who even today lives in a struggle, mama another women who still hasn’t seen the twinkle of joy, mama a women that’s a victim of poverty, mama a women I wish she could own her own property, she froze in winter just to see me warm, sacrificed her life in the streets to keep me out of harm, and if ever a lady should shine on my arm, it would have to be mama, a true lady with no drama, even if I should marry some day, mama will always be the one to get my pay, mama my role model the boss of my heart, mama and I no one will come in-between, mama my black queen.