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 ».
Description du poème
Ce poème poignant raconte l’histoire déchirante d’une mère qui abuse de son enfant. Il met en évidence les cicatrices émotionnelles et physiques laissées sur une jeune vie, montrant la douleur profonde causée par quelqu’un qui devrait être une source d’amour et de protection. Les enfants sont censés se sentir en sécurité et chéris, sans subir de telles expériences traumatisées. Ce poème sert de puissant rappel de l’impact durable des abus, exhortant la société à reconnaître les signes et à protéger les enfants vulnérables. Chaque enfant mérite de grandir dans un environnement stimulant, sans dommage, où il peut prospérer et guérir de ses blessures. #Saynotochildabuse
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