the point is, she’s my hero.

i’m thinking about my mother as I’m writing this. last poem i wrote for my mother was over 10 years ago. I spoke about her hands. she loved that poem. Now that I know her so much better—I can smile at memories that I used to remember differently. i see you now mommy.

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i’m a traveler

i travel for love

to love

in search of–

pulled by it

i make it

with moments

i inherited my spirit

from my mother Aminetu.

She journeyed to the US

from Nigeria for love.

she claims for education

i say she did it for love

she loves him

Daddy needed to be challenged by an educated woman

So she gave birth to 4 children–this self made woman

She managed to achieve the highest degree in her field of education.

I call her Doctor Mommy sometimes. She loves that. My mom is just like me—

full of passion, chases rainbows like it’s her undercover mission.

She taught me how to survive everything.

She prays for me often.

I love that.

She makes me feel like

I

am

in good

hands