Strokes That Made Us🤭

When i was a small boy i used to fume on anyone who crossed my path, and most of the times it was my mother,
Up to this hour as i pen down this poem, i can vividly remember the series of thorough beatings that i received from Mama when i was young,
Despite the tough times with my kinsfolk, there was a friend who’s love was unconditional, my lovely grandmother,
There was a time i would cry overnight, stupid thoughts would run through my mind “what if i was adopted? or maybe the doctors exchanged me with another kid at the maternity ward?”

Hold on, there’s this day i will never forget, I and my two brothers decided to follow our own rules, we woke up early before cock crow,
We wore our school uniform in darkness to avoid unnecessary commotion and softly sneaked out of our bedroom,
We…