In the shadows of the night
Pleading for a drop of water
To save your dying thirst.
A present day Rich man in hell you were.
Being a woman
Having learnt never to forsake those in need
My traditions embedded in my bones
I beckoned you in
Damn you murderer
You who snatched my three year old’s breath
Thrusting your damned manhood into her feeble Apple
You who split open my 17year old daughters thighs
And forced her to take your manhood.
Alas.I thought had endured and seen enough
I thought I could tell them that
Mama will be there.
They’d be ok.
They’re now departed souls .
They died you fool.
But your demon eyes
They stared on as your crooked hands
Inflicting machette wounds on the skin that was once supple
Damn you again twerp.
In my tattered cloth I…
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