invisible / Poem by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak

Poem by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
A little girl gave birth to her son in a dark alley.
Raped more than once by drunk hogs in human skin,
thrown out of her family home for lack of space and love
she had to be self-reliant from an early age
She loved her son with the love she herself had always wanted
she hid him in the cradle of maternal arms.
She sang him lullabies,
taught him how to talk, walk and how to survive on the streets,
how to protect himself from rape, rain, and hunger.
Her son woke up in the morning
beside her cold, motionless body,
so lost, so scared and so lonely
in the jungle of a big city still remembering
her words repeated like a mantra
“When I’m gone, son, become invisible”
She didn’t know it would happen so quickly,
so unexpectedly, that she would leave her son
broken-hearted like hers used to be,
she wanted so much to teach him to live
with hope for a better tomorrow
The invisible son will live like his mother,
a sad and lonely life.
© Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak

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