The strength of a mother
Stretches from the core of her heart
It's infinite in the eyes of the enemy
Whatever he can do he'd never overcome

Regardless of the weapons he might
Present before her he'd never tore her up
She's the queen of her colony
Every child she bore is bound to worship her

Irrespective of her colour
Her breast milk is gold to
Her tiddler, the bond is unbreakable
Something doctors failed to recreate

That's why after you were born
And had passed the nursing stage
The enemy (colonial master) would snatch you from her arms for he knew

The stories that she was gonna
Preach on your beautiful face
Your brains would know that
She didn't consent against her Master

Let alone agreed to leave her own
But because he was lusting after her
And was embarrassed of his actions
He had to take you away from her breast

You'd understand her grieve better
Revenge was going to be inevitable
For the language and pain she'd narrate
You'd understand verbatim

Tears would fill your receiving bowel
Adrenaline would rush to your
Juvenile muscle and youthfulness
Anger would blind your reasoning

My coloured story
Is not that colourful
Yet I've painted it with
The grieve in my coloured heart
© Malunga G