Mommy,
Do you regret it?
The choice that you made all those years back
the world you knew suddenly being pulled from under you
the naitive like dust made you blind
in the old world you knew you mightve never knew my father
fate is funny that way
war you ran from sent you to the refguee camp where you met him
you thought he was just like you
thought like you
god filled like you
the devils mark was on him, your parents smelled it.
why didn't you listen to them?
what was it about him that you placed all your trust in
you leaped into marriage faith first
passport freshly stamped with refugee visa
then you had me
Do you regret it?
Having me?
I know you love me
Because I come from you so you have to
And you bare pieces of your fragmented destiny to me
through tough love and forewarnings you warn me
to be smarter than you were
to know who i will marry
if God showed you all you would pass through, would you do it again?
I don't want you to.
I think of who you couldve been. I cry for her at my altar
questioning fates hand
i and my siblings exist and your suffering is offhand
I think of who you would be
if the Kono woman could live in freetown and be free
but i know its deeper than me
Dads family
they tried to make my mommy a matyr
and im their next victim
this curse is sickening
a large family full of scorned women
who swallow their fire and quietly raise their children
tolerating the toxic tradtions they pass down to us
because -what will everyone else think?
unbeknownst to mas- elders that be
the gossipers gaze is minor
in juxtaposition to the eyes of proverbs 15:3
i noticed it after that one incident, by now its too late for both of us to escape
indentured servitute is our only option
and ill gladly serve my sentance with you
ill serve it for you
ill suffer if it means you sigh relief
you are my creator
you work till skylight to see me eat
i want to feed you
before he matyrs you,
he'll murder me.