The Son to His Mom

by

Dr Hana Al-Bayyati

I am not your only son.

Your work is your only son.

 It's  dearer than precious stone

I am not alone

 My brother is the moon 

When your  son is done

And burnt at noon

By the sun

Of ambition

 To be alone

Studying, dancing

Singing a rap song

O mom, I am not alone

I enjoy being alone

I hate your order

And to be put under

A great pressure

I promise to be the former

If you stop your order

Do this, do  that"
 Do not run
Like a rat 

The door, do not shut

Say Pardon.

Do not say What.

With your neighbor

Do not fight

Do not say

You are  grey

You're  either  black or white"

Your son is so bored

 Teaching him  this  and that

Your  word

Should be said

In a good tone.

Love should be shown

Alive, not in a phone

In danger

You put your son

Later

You do what
 Should be done