It’s early morning once again.
A new day is growing.
Mom is still asleep.
I’m the first to awaken.
The alarm is pounding.
She gets agitated.
She throws it to the flow.
It stops not.
She’s angry with it.
Then our neighbor’s wife starts crying.
She’s been mourning all night.
It’s usual cos the man is on his regular beating.
Divorce is what she’s now asking.
Tiresome is allover her yawning.
I realize its a grown up talk.
They use big words in their fights.
Words like “REVOLUTION” the meaning I’m lack.
So I go to mom’s room.
Checking if she’s by now awaken.
But I’m to awake her.
Ask her,whats up with the wed to her gloom?
Come here son.
You are asking things you can’t understand until you grown.
I want to open my mouth, her hand is on my lips with a sshh.
Tears floods my face it rains tear gas.
Disappointed! Shoulders fall as tear drops.
Itching waters causing my flesh itch and aches.
She says, tomorrow is yours son, so wait till it reach.
As I heard from my English teacher, tomorrow never comes.
The future is a mystery, only God knows.
Why wait when every tomorrow has tomorrow?
She replies, you can’t understand now, but one day you will.
A day with no date, why wait for it?
Do I know when the reaper knocks my door for death?
Why live with it like its safe.
When we both know its no longer safe.
It ain’t even worth.
Sweet talking to mom is a waste of breath.
it took me years to admit.
whenever my friends said it.
my soul was on hurt.
Let today be that day i put it plain.
The truth hurts and also its full of pain.
Thinking of her habits drives me insane.
Rehab is whats next to me.
Yet no place my worthy conscious will regain.
Nobody my brain can retain.
Revolution like a hit song I’m on its refrain.
Now mom is a whore,
Whose blood i am? I lack to know.
Sometimes I even believe herself don’t know.
To whom I belong.
Am I Chinese?
Am I east or west?
Is it north or south that bought us?
I don’t know.