For the streets to see your nakedness I hated,
Insults at you I would hurl in your absence,
That you had an insatiable thirst I always thought,
That you were irresponsible and reckless I cursed,
A disgrace to our family I considered you,
That family that had rejected and casted us out,
I blamed you for our misfortunes,
I was ashamed of you and what you do,
I didn't know it was all for me,
Mama, I'm sorry.
With tear-drawn lines you would come back every dawn,
Drunk and stinking,
Heels making you stagger and stumble on things,
And at times,
Boys would bring you home dirty and with torn clothes,
Thereafter,
They would point fingers when I passed by,
The "prostitutes brat" I was branded,
Old age was catching up with you,
Yet,
Stopping you wouldn't,
I would curse and ignore you,
You were sacrificing your life for me,
Mama, I'm sorry.
I would wet my pillow seeing you leaving every evening,
You would look back at me and say,
"One day, just one day,you will understand,"
I would spit at your words,
But the day is here, I can see the light,
All was for me to have a good life,
Not to beg out of lack,
But your forgiveness for my arrogance I seek,
Lemmie clean your wounds and feed you,
Mama, let me take care of you now that time is closing on you,
Maybe then you'll understand how sorry I am,
In fact, I'm embarrassed to call myself your child,
Mama, I'm sorry.
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