nervous-chic Posted February 16, 2004 sweet nothings, taste my poetic yet chapped lips and lines ODE TO MOTHER she awakes every morning 'n looks at her seeds growing yet lost she cooks them sumthin' to feed their maturing brain cells 'n fills them with knowledge of the world she purps them releasing hate 'n unjustice she's lived a long ife raised many, most gone others have deserted her yet, every morning she rises with the sun with tired eyes she strives to show her deteriorating love once, she used to be glorious she had the world going for her children she birthed adored her flesh travelled from the soles of her feet to the length of her back and once they reached her powerfull shoulders they laid a rest allowed her to span grow her dreads raise her voice untill she stood tall and mighty this, her children didn't allow her to enjoy instead they repaid her with pain 'n hunger tore her from tip to toe burned her derma grayed her hair those who cared lost their lives others fled, left her in distress and every morning she rises getting more tiresome yet she rises her seeds knowing their future those who wll bring color to her eyes laughter to her face song to her ears she prays for those she lost 'n lavishes intelligence upon those gone to faraway lands so her children listen clear work hard 'n spread your wings remember mother is waiting wary 'n famished thirsty to the bone we are her future, we must put blood back in her heart glaring she is diamond we are lets hold our hearts out and with the bright light of Allah we shall make her green and young again Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
