i sing for all mama but
give it up for single momma
i applaud to her names which is
uttered in murmur
in a society inebriated with ignorance
her name is whispered
in stammers
behind stunners you are looked down
on
you are regarded with scorn and
disdain
with abuse and insults your names
they stain
'single?'
politically incorrect
you are a plural;parents
you play the role of a mother and a
father
yet the society try to push you further
forget you've been there during joy
and strife
calming down all the storms in life
you are that rifle that combats rivals
your bullets saves during upheavals
life with you is always a win owing all
to you
a blue letter a baloon to blew later
BINGO
raising kids in absence of a man who
sired them
then grew tired and treated you like
a hired maid
left you with no aids
sorry he only donated AIDs positive
you deserve more than negative
a woman who has been in the receiving
end
of blows is entitled to a bow
it hurt more than a thorn to see a
woman heart
torn,her soul burdened by tons of
grief
it really ****** to see her shredded
into pieces
then treated like faeces in the faces
of chauvinist
till when shall they impel single moms
to hide behind sunglasses
as their son glances?
you deserve more than back biting
hypocrisy blinds them from seeing
your hard fighting
this society is hand biting
you are strong beings mentor you've
been
in physical and mental
though some view you like a zero
hell no
to me you are a hero
who can heal all

ALCOHOLISM
wading in mushy mucky mad
i can't pull myself out
my inner strength draining out of me
i try to set myself free
but this filthy swamp ***** me deeper
the banks are far off sight
how i wish to start this all over again
old habits are hard to ****
i have been swimming in this mess
each lapsing day without a miss
alcoholism seem to be the only -ism
am subscribed to because it raises my
esteem
sipping the accursed drink has become
a leisure
sauntering and wobbling and at times
seizure
seizes my ****** body
each time i open my mouth to shout
for help
i ends up with a full gulp
then i would let a string of expletives
as the drink slice me like thousand
knives
i live in a nightmare
as i dread a new day to appear
horrified by last night deeds
i always cower in a corner as my pulse
speeds
as i wait for doom to be spelled
disgraceful,outrageous and antisocial
i need to veiled
when the sun-day comes
in abject terror i call out to gods
with despair i cry to unseen powers
maybe my prayer can open heaven
showers
and clean my dirtied shell
and be saved from this hell
am clinging to this thread of hope
i reflects my pathetic life
since i don't wish to die a slave
in this alcohol logged swamp
but here still i am with steel clamps
holding me;alcohol drowning me
i have to fight tooth and nail to be
free
((poetry from the heart))
[[the dumb speaker]]
<<kayvoh the poet>>

Does the **** have any less a right to grow,
than the rose?
Does the moon love the sun for lending it light,
or envy it for the same?
Does the wind bear ill-will to the trees for the obstruction,
or does it thank them for the music?
Are we all in this world marching toward an end,
or back to the beginning?
These are the things that keep me awake at night.
These are the things that impede my dreams.

Goodbyes seem like a waste of time,
at moments such as this.
We'll meet again around the bend;
I'm almost sure of it.
If you don't believe me,
take a look at all the facts.
It's gone like this now all day long,
and yesterday at that!
I'd say it's best we walk away,
with a smile and with ease.
You'll find me floating down the road,
or see me strolling through the trees.

i want to cut the strings i currently have
and really be free and be me
society keeps pushing me
its constant content thats useless
call me left behind
but it's nonsense
i won’t use it, it blows my mind
were being used
and refuse to look at the truth.