Forget, Mother. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Each time i scolded and abused you
It send fear into your humble heart.
High tense in the mind with high wind.
I made you cry under no offense
Battered you like a slave
And your tender heart forgives.
emotional tears gushed out from your white eyes
pleading mercy but, it touches me not.
All i am interested is what i wanted
Not what your beautiful life desires.
i thrust you aside in pain but peace p revealed.
No motherly emotions attached between me and you
BUt your tender mind seek wisdom.

I nagged and complained always,
But the wind take them away from your heart
Perhaps fatherly love means a lot than mine.
I hated you but you loves me thousands times.
On the the bed beside your companion, the wall
I pushed you aside and hit you thousand times,
YOu never complain to any one rather to the wall.
I made the street your home,
and the gluttons feed you and the flies your play mate>
You certainly have come to stay.
Yo may think all your thought, you may,
But your idea and dreams shan't see the day light
Hear evidence the nature gives judgement.
i place no mouldy margin upon what i should imagine.

I made you fatherless because of ques t for fame,
the dream i had was to wash you away.
The under world would be a better home for you.
Because i have no human feelings.
You cry to be free like the hibiscus flowers,
But i frustrated your dreams
And thrust you to the dark night
Where demons fear to tread.
I have no heart as a mother
And you still loves me.
On the couch you laid soliloquizing
Wet the pillor every night for my seek
In the mountain i hung my ears
living life as i wanted.
i rejected in the morning
In the afternoon i whipped you,
And in the night, you were left untouched.

i left you with no food.
Behind my eyes and my mind raging in anger
Wildly as a hungry hyena
Seeking for time to take away your life
You proved difficult right from the day i conceived you.
You are of a great person
Telling me what you wanted
Intimacy and the bond between us i cut.
with days of illusion and abandoned dreams
And sleeplessness with agony.
Twelve years of suffering poured on you from my stony heart
IN you i have rediscovered the memory of my blood.