By Miles
With slave-like labour
Of pyramid building
She bore the hardship
Of bringing up a child
In the harshest of all
Weather she trades
Her comfort
And thirsty sand sucks
The fluids gushing
Out of blisters tearing
Her tender tissues
African mother
With righteous dedication
She bore the stress of
A delicate culture given
Up her pride to insatiable
Gullible masculine pride
Sacrificing her dreams
To keep the home intact
And many times the world
Doesn’t care to feel her impact
African Mother
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