Mom Don't Do That Poem by Babalola Jubril

don't restrict my freedom of movement,
locked me up in a fenced house,
don't restrict my to tongue to speak,
because it always says the truth,
because it always express my thought,
don't restrict my brain to think,
because its my source of living,

mom, don't do that,
don't restrict my ear to listen to her voice,
don't restrict my eyes to see the beautiful face of the earth,
don't restrict my skin to feel the comfort,
don't restrict my nose to breathe,
because I may die,
don't restrict my conscience,
Because it tells me: I am wrong or right,

mom don't do that,
don't restrict my heart to flow to and fro,
You never stop,
But you keep on restricting my body part,
You dip your fingers in my mouth,
It's a must, I must bite it.

mom, don't do that,
If you do,
I will restrict your movement in my life,
Chase you away from my shadow,
Break your heart into ice pieces,
Make it feels the hotness of the sun,
I will make it vaporise into water with excess heat,
Then you will feel the pain of restriction.