Dear Mama Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Take this message to
Mary, that I have fought
Fairly, and fiercely for

This love, but the battle
Is taking my whole,
I have waited long years

As my long hairs now
Turning to ashes, like my
Childhood dreams

Where I envisaged a
Paradise place where we
Will roam a home while i

See your beauties like
The butterfly that flutter
By, as beautiful like

Madonna the mother of
Our saviour, now I faced A course, and a chaos

Moment of fight, or flee
yet I pray you save my
Heart from this, that I

May triumph with the last trumpet, and our songs
Will be sang of forever