I was told she was beautiful ,
Elegant ,enchanting if you may say
She was supposed to be mine
She was supposed to be my mother
Although she was never there ,
Never wrote, never texted
Never cared
I was still eager to meet her
I wanted to look her in her eyes
As she explained what went wrong
I indeed wanted to meet
The woman who gave me life,
Kept me growing in her stomach
I wanted to know how,
How could she give up 9 months
Of her life in a heartbeat
So I searched and found her
I met a stranger
And said goodbye
May her soul rest in peace
YOU ARE READING
S.H.E.D.D
PoetryPoems and raps written by me (aphelele sibisi) . S.H.E.D.D means Same Hustle, Entirely Different Day