Giving birth to me wasn’t easy at first
My birth was certainly nothing that had to be rehearsed
It was you who wanted to be a mother to be
It was love between a man and woman in wanting to see
The whole concept was made possible through thee
Yet you didn’t raise me in not knowing how
I was raised by my Grandparents of a moment of now
Being a Mother is about nurturing
Lecturing is about learning
From a child into an adult
All these emotions is what I felt
My whole life has been surrounded by dealt
Mother, where is the love?
There are many meanings that I could think of
You pushed me away
Yet I have survived and I am ok
I long for you Mother to be around
At times, I feel trapped within walls and nowhere bound
But as education taught me in being to distinguish sounds
My life has fulfilled a lot of promise
But I must be honest
A Mother is supposed to be there
But my question to you is where?
I once had hatred for you, but that has since stopped
But through the years, you often made a mock
Mother, you are older now
It’s my understanding in showing you how
I was born with a purpose
My whole life has been raised above the surface.