Poetry

MAMA By Olajuwon Alhaytham Adedokun

Written by Editor

Mama,
You’re the end of a valley
Mama, remember that tears are not enough
to carve your name on my tinted skin, sometimes,
I’m a butterfly flying, dodging away from my ‘Albino’ skin,
till you teach me,
till you catch me between the lines on your palms
and tell me Albinos are beautiful.
Sometimes,
I’m a sickle celled victim
with my hopes trampled by the news,
statistics that say
I would soon depart the tunes of your love,
I run, I cry, I call it fate,
till you teach me the media lies,
till you crumple your face into hopelessness
to avoid telling me how you had counted
the rest of my life between your fingers too.
Today Mama,
I run into a valley of memories,
I see a grave at the end, yours,
then I cup my hands into faith,
I swear that I’ll hold those mountains,
I’ll be what you had always wanted.
Your son.
An Albino. Sickle cell. Brave. Great.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.