Mother! That Red Dress

 

Mother, that red dress

That red dress is too short


Mother, the room we sleep in

The room is way too smoky


Mother, that dress, that tight red dress

That dress would bring strange men home


Mother, strange men are what they are:

Strange men!


Mother, Tobacco might kill you soon

Or kill me too


Mother, that dress, that little red dress

Burn it, burn it!


Mother, you can’t breathe in that dress

Oh mother, please watch my infant head


If I could walk, I’d cater to you

But for now, please cater to me


Mother this bottled milk smells funny

It smells like your breath after downing that bottle


That bottle that says “beer”

That bottle that says “spirit”

 

Oh mother! Please come back home


Or at least wear something else

Not that little tight dress!
Tomi Olugbemi

 

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “Mother! That Red Dress

      1. You are welcome. In this generation of ours, the number of single mums is sky rocketing and sadly such situations will only keep getting out of hand.

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