She wakes up early in the morning and works like a mother
She has to clean the house as if it belongs to her
But it doesn’t, she’s only living there.
She has to cook to feed her siblings
But what to cook is the big question.
Perhaps she must cook the questions
Fry them until they become the answers to her poverty.
Children should never be poor
After all they inherit poverty from poor parents.
But then, like an angry cobra another question raises its head:
What can the child do if born by poor parents?
Her parents chose each other
But then she couldn’t choose her parents
The conundrum of life keeps her canned in poverty.
She was born in poverty to inherit poverty.
Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe (20th century) Zimbabwe
Source: Popping Poetry
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please keep your comments relevant and free from abusive language. Thank you. Note that comments are moderated so it may be a day or two before your comment is posted - irrelevant or abusive comments will not be published.