Dear Mother

Dear Mother
I hope you are fine
And with the angels you sit and dine
Today i feel really sad
Its July (your DoB) and i miss you really bad
I feel so alone
With no real place to call home
Dark clouds frequently encompass my sunny days
Making it difficult to find my way
I've lost the knowledge of who i am
Still i try to keep calm
I lost my senses when my head was continuously banged on the door
Any further noise earned me more
I spent some days locked up in the visitors toilet
These and other dark days i try to forget
Whips decorated my body
Leaving me with designs so bloody
The remnant of the soured food
Was the only thing for me that was good
Those days i longed for you
And the things you will do
Then there was the cousin
Who polluted my mind with sin
Now i search for my childhood
Though I'm rewriting my wrongs for a sane adulthood
I tried to figure out why i was called useless
With a value that was deemed totally worthless
My Dr. says i should discard those thoughts
How do i tell her of the voices in my head at home and work.
Am a coward if after 19 years i'm still grieving you
And look forward to the time I'll be seeing you
Do you know i'd give everything i have
To hear you speak on my behalf
Your posthumous birthday is on the 22nd of July
If i say i will not try to be with you,that's a truthful lie
And I'm thankful for the angels you sent to me
The head CIma leads the other three(BolaFunmi,Funke,Chioma)
I'd remember all when I'm finally free
I hope they will remember a human being like me