A LAY OF REAL LIFE.

Mariama Kallon
Posted August 19, 2020 from Sierra Leone

Who ruined me ere I was born, sold every acre, grass or corn, and left the next heir all forlorn? My Grandfather.

Who said my mother was no nurse and physician me and made me worse,Till infancy became a curse? My Grandmother.

Who left me in my seventh year, A comfort to my mother dear, And Mr Pope, the overseer? My Father.

Who let me starve, to buy her gin, Till my bones came through my skin, then called me "ugly Little sin"? My Mother.

Who said my mother was a Turk,And took me home- and made me work, But managed half my meals to shirk? My Aunt.

Who of all earthly things' would boast, 'He hated others' brats the most', And therefore Made me feel my post? My Uncle.

Who got in scrapes ,an endless score, And always laid them at my door, Till many a bitter pang I bore? My Cousin.

Who took me home when mother died, Again with father to reside, Black shoes,Clean knives, Run far and wide? My Stepmother.

Who marred my stealthy urchin joys, And when I played cried 'What a noise'! - Girls always hector over boys? My Sister.

Who used to share in what was mine, Or took it all , did he incline, Cause I was eight, and he was thirteen? My Brother.

Who stroked my head, and said 'Good lad', And gave me sixpence, 'all he had' ; But at the stall the coin was bad? My Godfather.

Who, gratis, shared my social glass, But when misfortune came to pass, Referred me to the pump? Rogers My Friend

Through all this weary world, In brief, Who ever sympathized with grief, Or shared my joy- my sole relief? myself.

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Andrace
Aug 19
Aug 19

Thanks Mariama. This is deep. I like your play on words...the rhymes.

We all need to love or come to terms with ourselves more, Isn't it? If we don't, who will anyway?

Keep writing, Sis.

Hugs,
E. J.

Mariama Kallon
Aug 19
Aug 19

Thanks E.J for your encouraging comment.
Sure we all need to love or come to terms with ourselves more!
I will keep writing sister.

Tamarack Verrall
Aug 19
Aug 19

Hi Mariama,
So you are not only an artist with material, you are also a poet! You have been so much, lived through and seen through the damage that is done through selfishness. What an important and powerful message, that we find our strength in ourselves. I love your ending, that in finding our own joy, you bring in the words sympathized, and sharing.

Mariama Kallon
Aug 20
Aug 20

Thank you Tam,
I was not a good writer but with the world pulse platform making me to push hard and giving me courage to do all of this.

And I will keep writing because am heard.

Hello, Mariama,

I love the choice of words, the rhyme and rhythm. Wow, a poet indeed.

What a powerful way to express painful events. You are no longer alone, dear. You now have global sisters to journey alongside you.

Please keep writing!

Mariama Kallon
Aug 20
Aug 20

Thank you encouraging me mentor and I promised to keep writing.

Am not no longer alone and the Sisterhood is like a dream come true.

You’re welcome, dear sister.

Yey! This is why World Pulse exist: women won’t feel alone anymore. We’re happy you are here.

Nini Mappo
Aug 21
Aug 21

I love the old English, the thought and family hierarchy you've employed in your poem, the vividness of your journey and the beautiful resolution to your trials.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful word-craft Mariama!

Mariama Kallon
Aug 21
Aug 21

Thanks to you too for the encouraging comment.

Chi8629
Aug 28
Aug 28

Thank you for sharing.