The Interred Lad Did Sing Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Love me mother- though I’m less of you
Hit I crave, don’t starve touch that dost
Semblance your rapist that says dwells on-
See mother, I for- alter the look with acid
His eyes say I- wear that beget odium for
See mother, I ever here wear this blindfold
Once mother- to rest my head your shoulders
Once mother- to bide my frame in your embrace
Once and I shall this scar that hurts thee remove
Aye die, mother I shall- so ye may smile
Love me mother- though I’m less of you
But love just once- so may glad in my afterlife