When growing up

The only right justification of my actions

Was because my mom said so

An expert in her craft

She could sense our wrong doing Miles away

A military general

As only her eye’s command

Gets us back into formation

She knew my father's belts more than him

“if you know you know”

Thats my mom

She cooked and served on a tray

Ensured we eat

She cleaned and ensured we learnt

She raised us to add to society

Although she protected us from society

She whipped our ass

And wiped our tears

Now that's my mom

She begged our neighbors

To discipline us in her absence

And not defend our wrong doing

She said ;“life is a skyscraper  yet don't be on the ground floor”

She slept not at night to pray for us

And by day fixed our character

A magician of the kitchen

Made everything out of nothing

And kept it sparkling when she was done

She never let society judge us

But reminded us or actions would

She invested all in us

That not just my mom

But my African mother

By: Muengnenka Lar Iliya