My mother said
You are not good enough
To travel abroad
Let to talk of America
You cannot go above Africa
Either you here with me
Doing dishes
Or you get stamina
For some laundry

Her tinted arrogant smile
Splashes of loathe and mockery
You watch your mates
Make it to debates
Kuwait
You can't make it straight
Estimate your reasoning
You are zero

Am sitting by my notes
Crying my thoughts
Heavy blue into writing
Don't quit
Until I tweet
Sink baby sink
Dry dim dream
Sink baby sink
There is no way you can dream

Abroad or merit America
You are never enough
Those words
Her words cut my heart
Smoothly as China cup
Brazing off my skin
Stripping me bare to nothing

I will go wash some dishes
Or grow my stamina into laundry
After all
Mother said
I am not good enough
To travel abroad.