Your mother is a lioness
that goes about her business
whilst dragging the weight
of your father’s name
your mother is a politician
you watch her every Friday,
as she prepares to go
to the meeting.
you see her slip a ring onto her finger.
you watch as she wears an iro and buba
unfailingly, every meeting day.
on every form, she ticks “married”
on every form, your mother lies.
your mother clings onto your father’s name
because this world is unkind
to divorced or unmarried women.