Because She Hates Me
I’m sold out for slavery
Because she hates me
She wouldn’t want to use the money
Because she hates me
On a tray she surreptitiously burnt it off with fire
Because she hates me
The ashes is to be thrown away to a distance
Because she hates me
A northward wind came and blew it on her body
And she hates me
She is hospitalized and had her skin removed
Because she hates me
She hates “why it could be me?”
Oh! Because she hates me.
Copyright © Tyokosu Aondohemba | Year Posted 2017
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