From the Village
She, from the village
He has his game right, so he thinks
He stays out late with friends, important things
He hangs out with them smoking bhangi, nothings
He and his friends have their little undergrounds, up till mornings
She, from the village, she watches
He has no job, by his choice
His mommy will provide, even toys
His mommy will wash his dirty underwear, no shame boy
She, from the village has tried, but he ignores her voice
She, from the village has dealt with this kind of man before
She, from the village watches, not torn
She wears a village look, that way born
She has her plan, waiting for the perfect storm
To save himself, this man only needs to reform
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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