These are tears of my African mother
And its colour that shows all her fears
She still hopes the darkness will clear
Divorced by life now married to poverty
One’s a wife now just a nobody
At night she cries inside
I hear her cries as I sleep
In the morning she puts a beautiful smile to the
world
But deep down I know all those glitters are not gold
3 comments:
Poetry is truly universal because “The Tears of My African Mother” resonates here in the United States as well as in Africa. Major events of sadness in life occur on every continent and can tear us all apart.
I love it b_heta
I love it b_heta
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