Single Mother
How much can I sell?
How less can she spend?
And how much more can we invest?
Invest to cater for little Johnny and I
Fifteen months ago he fled
That stupid, irresponsible, bastard!
With cunning words he deceived me
My senses in total eclipse to his feign affections
Mother and friends took counsel with me
In love with him, all hated I saw
And in my mid teen year
I bore a child in absolute pain
To all single mothers
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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