New Poem: Mother by Ismail Yusuf Olumoh

Mother

I swear, I feel like empty my mother's 
throat to gain her trust. “Every person's 
destiny is scribble beneath their mother's 
feet like a trademark on a rock—hardly to
erase.” I heard my cleric breaking that Verse

& Hadith Rosul like a three sided Kola nut 
to my ears. The last time I offended mààmí, 
I quickly shoved my head onto her palms.
A quickest threshold to hell is to transgress 
ones parents. Fire does not play with flesh,

it preys on it.

My mother's tongue is an ink—painting
my future and thereafter. I am sure, she 
has a divine force in her mouth, because
everything she augured comes true. 
Is there a prettier metaphor than god?
It must be for her. I feel like rolling her 
on a paper, mold her to different form 

of poems.

In our school, we are only taught to be loyal 
to our progenitors. We are not told to offend 
them, because they are gods on there own.


Bio: 	Ismail Yusuf Olumoh is a Nigerian creative writer and teacher, a poet, a spoken word artiste, a graphics designer, a content creator, and a video editor.
	Ismail Yusuf Olumoh is a graduate of Imam Hamzat College of Education. His works are published and forthcoming in Arkorewrites, Williwash, World Planet Anthology, and Al-Mir'aatuh Magazine. He writes from Ilorin, Kwara State.
When he is not writing, he enjoys reading or cooking. 
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