Hard Labour Sweat Poem by Matlapa Maphologela

My mother mothered me,
She mothered me with all the hard-work she did in someone's kitchen and feed me with their remaining food as a child. I remember she told me a story about my grandmother being a house-helper like she is. I got anger with the legacy chain of their blood line, I studied hard and varsity pulled me down with their high fees. Would be doomed to continue hard labour sweat like my mother.

My father fathered me,
He fathered me through the farm work, sun on his back, less then minimum wage at the end of the month, after long 11 hours day work. I was young when he told me 'study hard my child' I did, yet my color stood on the university doors and asked for what I don't have.

Hard labour sweat please be worth it. Worthy for the opportunity to study further at-list. I'm a human-being too.#Poet Matlapa Maphologela