Confessions Of A Child, Dear Mother... Poem by Mamello Maholela

Open Your Mental Pockets And Pay Attention
As My Lips Unfold.
Be Attentive, Be Smart
Be Nothing More Than What I Dream Of You To Be.

I Will And Will Not State That:
I Am Who I Am Today Because Of You.
You Carried Me, Partially Created Me.
But Mother... I Made Me.

You See...
Me And I See Eye To Eye
No Controversy, No Lies
No Pretendence, Just Pure Loyalty, Honesty, Trust.

Don't Get Lost In My Accent.
For The Roll In My Tounge Comes From Within.
Do Not Get Lost In My Words
Nor Should You Create Your Own Selfish Story;
This Is My Show, Not Ours.

I Stand Here With Wide Hips Rich Like
I've Got Gold Mines Digging In My Back Yard.
The Flair In My Step
The Stride Of My Walk

Pureness Of My Soul
That's All Mine

But The Arrogance...
The Arrogance In My Face...
That's Not Me
That's SomeBody Who Carried Me

That's Someone Who Partially Created Me.
That's Someone Who I Want To Pour The Contents Of My:
Now Bitter Organ Laid On The Left Side Of Me.
That Is You.

Surprised You Were...
Surprised You Still Are...
Surprised You'll Forever Be.
The Feeling Is Mutual;

Mutual Like A Two Way Street...
Mutual Like The Love We Claim To Have For Each Other...
Mutual Like I Want To Go To Paris
Shop In Loui, Gucci, Chanel, Eat A Gatsby With The View Of The Aphel Tower...
Ring On My Finger Mutual.

My Mind, Emotions, Thoughts Are...
See-Sowing through This Pen.
My Words Seem Superfluous
But Seal It Not With A Kiss!

But With A Lingering Thought
Pasted On The Centre Of Your Mind With Question Marks.
The Gravitational Force Has Got Nothing On This.

Confessions Of A Child, Dear Mother...
These Are Some Of My Confessions.