"MY MOTHER; MY DEMIGOD" A poem by: Sammy Opeyemi

In the scratch of the day
I woke up to see a shero
I woke up in the hands of a demigod
Nursing me like a pregnancy
That cost a couple years to get
Singing without a background beats
Pampering me like a princess
Luckily married by a poor man
Weeping when I'm ill
Should I even think of the nine months?
When the deity nurtured me
Despite the pains I caused her
Should I even think of the meal-less nights?
When I ate her food with mine
My mother; My demigod
If I get soaked by the rain
My mother would rather blame the rain
Which didn't stop for me to pass
Which couldn't wait till I get home
Instead of blaming my stupidity
My mother; my demigod
Apart from the creator
Whose thoughts are always positive towards the hominis
My mother is the only being with positive thoughts about me
She understood perfectly
When I innocently bit her mammary gland
Oh! My demigod
My prayer for you always
Is long life and prosperity
My mother; my demigod
Your memory will forever remain indelible
You are the god I can see
My mother; My demigod
I wish you could become immortal I am The Crying Pencil
Weeping day and night
Telling the Universe how I feel
Do not throw me away
And I will always write to you
Whenever the need be
I am The Crying Pencil
Telling the Universe how I feel.

•Written By: Sammy Opeyemi
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Very nice.

InfernoNig:
Very nice.

Thank you

Pampering me like a prince
Unluckily married to a poor man...... God bless the hand that wrote this poem��

GodlySammy:
MY MOTHER; MY DEMIGOD

In the scratch of the day
I woke up to see a shero
I woke up in the hands of a demigod
Nursing me like a pregnancy
that cost a couple years to get
Singing without a background beats
Pampering me like a princess
Luckily married by a poor man
Weeping when I'm ill
Should I even think of the nine months?
When the deity nurtured me
Despite the pains I caused her
Should I even think of the meal-less nights?
When I ate her food with mine
My mother; My demigod
If I get soaked by the rain
My mother would rather blame the rain
Which didn't stop for me to pass
Which couldn't wait till I get home
Instead of blaming my stupidity
My mother; my demigod
Apart from the creator
Whose thoughts are always positive towards the hominis
My mother is the only being with positive thoughts about me
She understood perfectly
When I innocently bit her mammary gland
Oh! My demigod
My prayer for you always
Is long life and prosperity
My mother; my demigod
Your memory will forever remain indelible
You are the god I can see
My mother; My demigod
I wish you could become immortal.

Written By: Sammy Opeyemi
©The Crying Pencil

Namotech:
Pampering me like a prince
Unluckily married to a poor man...... God bless the hand that wrote this poem��

Amen..
Thank you bro