I know of a mysterious mother
Loaded with words that can murder.
A daily target she made her only daughter
Whose fragile soul her actions gradually slaughter.
Then she comes with her sweet words saying
“My darling daughter
Don’t mind mummy.
It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper
When there’s no money”.
Sometimes, she breaks her daughter’s fasting with threats from broken bottles
And feeds her with curses for breakfast
Only to launch another at lunchtime
And decides if to deny or disown her at dinner.
Then she ends the day with her sweet words saying
“My darling daughter
Don’t mind mummy.
It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper
When there’s no money”.
She bathes her with rain of insults every morning
And clothe her with the garment of mourning.
She maltreats her without number
And deprives her of getting a Matric Number
Only to shower her with her sweet words saying
“My darling daughter
Don’t mind mummy.
It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper
When there’s no money”.
She turns deaf ears to her screams
And her tears flows like a stream
in which she washes blood stains
Off her conscience to avoid being called Cain.
Then she goes on her knees to plead with her sweet words saying
“My darling daughter
Don’t mind mummy.
It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper
When there’s no money”.
She registered her in the School of Thought
Where she left her feeble mind
wandering the many paths of life
and wondering
Why she was born into this wicked world.
But yet again, those sweet words are heard echoing in her thought and whispering saying
“My darling daughter
Don’t mind mummy.
It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper
When there’s no money”.
Those are the comforting words
Dished to the ears of the innocent girl she sometimes call her honey
Who will always forgive her merciless mummy
Whenever she comes with her sweet words saying
“My darling daughter
Don’t mind mummy.
It’s just that I sometimes lost my temper
When there’s no money”.
Poem Description
This poignant poem tells the heartbreaking story of a mother who abuses her child. It highlights the emotional and physical scars left on a young life, showing the deep pain caused by someone who should be a source of love and protection. Children are meant to feel safe and cherished, not endure such traumatic experiences. This poem serves as a powerful reminder of the lasting impact of abuse, urging society to recognize the signs and protect vulnerable children. Every child deserves to grow up in a nurturing environment, free from harm, where they can thrive and heal from their wounds. #SayNoToChildAbuse
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