Is That Proof Enough? Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

I have seven real sisters

Six real brothers

And about a half a dozen others

Who aren’t so real.

I‘ll run, walk or crawl

To the end of the world for them,

I‘ll take a speeding freight train head on

And spend sleepless nights

At the slightest threat to their lives,

I‘ll give away all my money

Or beg if I ain’t got any

Just to have them by my side.

I know I’m not alone

There are others too

Who’ll do the same

Or even much more

For their families too.



But I wouldn’t refuse to acknowledge though

There are some who can

Sell off their families and clans

Or dispatch them to the next world

If they are a threat in any way

To their selfish plans or filthy gain.

But is this proof enough

That I'm incapable of loving another

Beside thee my lovely one?

Call it flawed thinking

I don't care much

Because I never laid claim

To being much of one.

Is that proof enough?