Mother

Comments (0) Issue 6, Poetry, Writing

by Richael Aniekwenagbu

It’s always been your fault right from the jump. 
Signing up for this permanent full-time job. 
Crowned yourself a mother who claimed to do her very best. 
But I ain’t seen you lift a finger ever since. 
You swore in the Lord’s name as if you taught me everything. 
But Life stepped up as the greatest teacher of many things. 
Your absence became your newest presence. 
Since the moment you left me in my adolescence. 
Your expectations are placed a bit too high. 
For a woman unsuited to be a mother of any kind. 
It's been a while since you’ve been fired. 
You’re free now to find a new place to be re-hired.

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