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