On My Mother's Back Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

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I saw her sweat,
Sweat that washed my face.
On her back
I felt her fatigue,
As I giggled attached to her over burdened back;
My naturally given teddy bear.
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On my mother's back
I heard her silent cries
And saw her feigned tears
As she insisted that everything was fyn
My eyes had to smile hope
As I asked her of more sleepless nights in awe.
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Onher broken, bent and blistered back
I sat, slept and snored comfortably
I looked on as she gave up her breath
To feed me
To see me grow big and strong
As washing my clothes tore her finger nails.
My presence couldn't let her slay like the rest
White tops were not for her,
My frail hands would spill milk anytime soon
She looked a crook in her Congolese bitengi
As I donned in European suits
That was a phenomenal woman
Selfless cemented with a golden heart
A mother on whose back we all evolved
And got a voice to shout over nations