Two mothers, Two heads
/I buried my mother, the first
they did not let me see the body, the other
I had two mothers
I have two heads
what would you like me to ask them
how did they die?
why did they leave? me
what am I?
ramble
rumble
grumble
my life was not meant to be;
in refusing to die I killed them
ramble
rumble
tumble
my life is not meant to be;
by refusing to die I became a murderer
ramble
if you can cut my two heads off
rumble
you would have conquered a god
stumble
all great things are made to fall
what would you like me to ask them
the first and the other
why I am roaming the earth - motherless.
By Sloane Angelou
From: Côte d’Ivoire
Website: https://linktr.ee/SloaneAngelou
Twitter: MsSloaneAngelou