Today You Send Your Mother To The Street? Poem by Preston Mwiinga

In her womb for nine months she carried you,
She moved around with that heavy load for nine solid months.
She would have aborted you whilst you were still a fetus.
She never took you for a brat but her own flesh and blood.
Even when her mind was filled with hate because she was hurt, she loved you even before you were born.
When giving birth to you, she pushed when she could have squeezed your little tender body and destroy your life but she gave you life.
The blood she lost was all for you.
She risked her life crushing stones just to put food on the table for you it and take you to school.
She could have gotten blind from the stone materials or she could have lost her fingers.
Today you insult her and reject her as your mother because she looks dirty and cannot speak English
Like a. Mad person yet she is normal, you made her find rest in the dog house.
You said your own mother had no manners.
Today your pride has sent your mother to the streets,
So homeless she has become and yet has a child she sacrificed her life for.
May God punish you for making her end days miserable ones.