Music For Self - Poem by nkechi nwosuigbo
I know when I be woman
and the fire came within me.
In this weary world I see
through eyes hurt by cares and shadows,
when every little piece of me worries
and I do not remember for how long I have cried.
I am destined to declare
the honour overdue to mama
whose self less laboring
all those hours,
picking straws for her nest
made her dropp her dreams on the way.
Can you tell that I am here
holding lil’one to my breast
and bending over the keyboard of my dell
But tis music to soothe
all the pain
and pleasure that I treasure,
because the mirror tells me
of same stars in the eyes
of all the mothers before me
Who have birthed strength
and served love in a broken world.
I know I am woman
when I can forgive mama
for not dreaming beyond us babes;
never imagining herself clothed in
or putting up her leg to rest / streeeetch!
I forgive you mama
for your calm serenity when the hearts of men
sang burdens at your door.
You did not kick or cry
but you laughed with them, fed them
and watered their dreams.
I am my mother now, full of understanding,
but my spirit craves for the hearts of men
to grow away from my porch
so that I can dream dreams
to be not just my mother but more.
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