Is She Really My Mother Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

She treats me so harshly
Like mother ostrich towards her kids
Am no longer hers
More beatings elapses each time sun says hi!
And when charcoal
Are maroons red on jiko, she smile.
My face faces the opposite bearing
Whose supper is it, me involved?
Tomorrow, the procedure remains unchanged.
Why can’t the sun remain asleep forever?
I was like behind bars
I could not do anything to condemn her
Though as aggressive as a tigress
She will always remain my mother.