Mama beat papa the other day
Like a little boy papa cried bitterly
As though wishing for his mama to help him
So embarrassed was papa that day
Beaten like a naughty child in the days of old
Answers to his problems he had not
So papa to alcohol turned for answers
Just a little to cool his mind
A little too much for papa’s brains
A little pill mama started taking
Its name mama knew not
Advised by an unwise woman down the road
To take the illegal drug the deadly drug
Though I live in a mansion
Better are those down there in a shack
Though little food they share
Love and peace in their shack there is
Mistake me not to desire poverty
Only a papa and mama I desire
A role model in my home I have not
But the maid staying in squatter camp
Illiterate is mama’s domestic worker
Yet full of wisdom the maid is
Wondering, wondering I have been
Like a feather blown away by wind
So the domestic worker taught me one day
To pray to my Creator in heaven
Hope for life I have finally found
Don’t Beat Papa
Doreen C Mampani
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/26/2021
Poet's note: I wrote this poem in 2017 about domestic violence.
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