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Her Labour

Looking into her eyes i saw labour, In the sacredness of her bowel, i bowed Her innocent hands cuddled my waring spirit When my soul is vexed and versed with fear, She pull me close to her heart Her heart beats lured me into unknown dreams I saw her In the thick forest, She trod, defying scorching sun and rumbling thunder Full of grits and guts Harvesting her tears and pains With hoes, her mind is made up Her son must live At dusk, she choke the woods As the aroma of her labour entice the gods Does the gods eat? Why not ask my mother? awoh awoh

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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