Through my mother’s eyes

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece

All my dreams and hopes
U ripped from my chest and squished them between your fingers
When I told you no
Even dared to question your authority, which u didn’t like
So to keep me there
Folding under the pressure of race men and their forceful politics
U tied a short leash around my neck and spat in my face
Told me money was a thing reserved for white women
Not activists
Not light skinned black women who need to prove their loyalty
So I was poor
In hand and in spirit
All I had to my name
Was the ground u walked on, your money, and my stooped back
So it seemed like I was kissing at ur feet
And that’s the reverence u preferred
Not that love is even for us
When one of us so clearly abuses the other
I’m guessing that’s why told me it was a sham hallmark emotion
And walked past me on the anniversary of our wedding
Like the days blurred against one another and this was just another
In an endless stream of activism and
Anti consumerism
I was empty of gifts and giving
Any excuse for the way u forgot my birthday
My mama’s birthday, the anniversary of her death, and all the things she left me and u kept for urself

©️ Ama Akoto (2018)

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