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A House Wife Tears
I don't want to walk in this lane again I don't want to be bless with no tale I cover my soul with hatred but my body blossom Forty three years i am, childless. Yesterday, i was forty and a child promised Yet i have no one to send an errand My pillow watches my tears swing on it A house wife tears not so good Mother, i will be coming home, i've failed Brother, arrange my unlock hut for me Sister, search for my lost Bangoes and Jewelries Father, prepare my dowry to be return to them I have failed in marriage yet blessed at home Words unsaid hurt more than an injury Forty three years of barrenness and pains Sorrow of a house wife seems too painful My womb had developed the mind of their own My utensils question my authority The doors in my home laugh at me in a scornful way I see the windows always mocking my moves I want to move but moving becomes impossible Sorrow of a house wife in forty three years I hate to be a woman if this what they face Tell mother i will be coming home he wants me no more He had defiled our matrimonial bed and the bed want me no more He is now a monster playing outside with a mistress My Chi has forsaken me in dawn after dusk I will be coming mother perhaps your arms will Cuddle me and make me better like before . Tell the world i've failed as a woman But tell not my house hold for they already known
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