This Dame
Expectations arise from all margins
To be an enhanced consort, mother or operative
My contents oppressed, condensed to insignificant
How can I give God what I lack?
Cultivate my lord this dame in me
I can’t say exactly what it is
That keeps me sane in this world
I constantly fall for the same ploy
And expect to receive deferent outcomes
Liberate my lord this dame in me
Copyright © Matshidiso Mosia | Year Posted 2016
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