There was a mother who never knew love from no one.
Not even her own household.
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Daily, she will drive to the cemetery,
cursing the graves of her parents,
for bringing her to a dark world;
living with ungrateful souls.
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They fed her with sour grapes
Until her teethe was set on edge
She bite life without passion
Consumed with blurry questions
And the labors of her soul
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Where is my reward?
Where is my honor?
Does love exist?
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She danced in the dark rain
Wet with unanswerable questions;
Beating under her lungs like an
AFRICAN drum.
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Maybe, one day I will find love
Maybe, one day love will find me

Whichever way it happens—
Love must find a way through this
Frangible, weary, temple of mine;
Dancing with me to the altar of freedom
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Sadly, she never found love
Love never found her
Cause her hurt was so deep, wide,
And high than the walls of Jericho
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Ah, we go to cemeteries;
showering silver tears upon graves;
Wanting to hold and hug the dead
But the living is forgotten and not appreciated
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Too bad.
Sometimes, we wait till they’re gone
To the other side of life, before we
Appreciate.
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To all WOMEN, who feel downcast within —
I sent my love to you,
My wings i share with you –
To give you the momentum to rise
Rising unto another day
Another beautiful day
Filled with the fragrance Of Eden’s Roses
Happy Mother’s Day ❤
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NB: I wrote this prose poetry on Mothers Day (5/8/16)
Dedicated to all mothers who for some reason, been
broken by the unappreciative spirit of the ungrateful.
There are countless women around the world, who are
dealing with unexplainable pain – feeling lost and
neglect by society. I pray that God with baptize your
soul with His uncommon love to overcome the emptiness
within. You’re one beautiful strong woman – don’t give
up to the afflictions of life. God, even your God will
keep you from falling from the edge of insanity. Amen!

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McDaniels Gyamfi || 5\11\2016