Mama’s Tears

No More

No more worrying

No More Tears

No more regrets

No more precious time wasted out of my life spent in

trying to calculate the right actions that

invite me to become an acceptable member in my workplace

Even when my daughter

Not yet ten

Turns to me

And asks:

“Will this happen to me?”

And, I slump -shattered at

the realisation that

though I can provide food, shelter and clothing

yet, I have no answers to

how institutionalised racism

Will compromise my attempts

to guard her emotional health

to let her feel companionship and love from other people.

And I find myself

considering whether it is too cruel to

kick start her education in survival.

It seems too soon to

dampen her childhood

by admitting that

‘achieving ‘ in the world depends on