African Mother

Mother, I have seen you as a slave.
Mother, I have seen you as a maid.
Mother, I have seen you as a household thing.

What did you learn from history, mother?
Didn't history teach you any lessons?

Mother, we were slaves, subjugated, humiliated.
Mother, we were ****s, ghettoized, and raped again and again.
Mother slavery was gone; racism remained.

What did you learn from it?

Mother, instead of becoming a symbol of knowledge
You became a sex worker.

Mother, instead of becoming a symbol of art and aesthetics
You became a symbol of crime.

Mother, instead of becoming an icon of truth,
You became a symbol of habitual lies.

Mother, instead of becoming a moral being,
You became a ruthless, lawless, and moralless mother.
Just like my unknown father, or just like your boyfriend

Mother, instead of becoming a symbol of a good character
You became a golddigger.
You are not even honest with one man.
just like your African men.
How many clothes do you change every day, Mother?

Mother, I want to know my biological father.
But you don't know who your father is, and
Who is my father, just like my father, or just like
your friend or just like your boyfriends

Mother, we were subjugated, raped, killed, maimed, and lynched.
What should we do as slaves?
We should become symbols of knowledge.
just like our Jewish community or
Just like our untouchable castes,
We should have a beautiful creature status, just like
Our Red Indians are the flower moons on earth.

Mother, you, and my unknown biological fathers
became symbols of crimes, lies, race, parasites, and chameleons.
Shaming me everywhere and making me ashamed of being born to you

Mother, we are ourselves; we should hold a pen, pencil, book, and knowledge.
Not prostitution, drugs, human trafficking, crimes, gangs, fraud, or cheating.

Mother, my moralless mother, let us touch and, at least now, change our
African character and way of life

Mother, I have never seen you so full of light.
Let us walk towards the light, at least now, Mother.
If possible, please force your black men to become civilized, mother.

Mother, I have seen animals, and birds taught to sing and dance,
competing with human beings in arts and aesthetics
Can't we Africans change our way of life from a savage life to a civilized life?

Mother, nothing is impossible; let us change our way of life. mother
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Go vegan! Maha Pundit Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla, poet/vegan