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A Cry of a Woman

A CRY OF A WOMAN Help me tell my mother that My beads are fallen into pieces. The waist beads which stands for My pride and dignity is gone Into the hand of a stranger. I am nothing now than a Broken clay pot in the back yard of the house. He now scold and treat me like a lapel, He no longer show me love after he Has taken the fruit from me and made Me naked in the public eyes. He said I am primitive and does not Know the culture of the white women Where he was educated but one cannot Forget her root because of the white's culture. He had denied me affection and love, He abandoned me at the gate of hatred And went after the foreign woman whose Finger nails are as long as the tiger's claw And buttock as big as the round surface of my Mother's mortal. She wears high heel shoes with an exposed clothes And her mouth moving always like a goat chewing its Cud. My bed now weeps across the room and My pillows are cripple now that he is gone. The utensils in the house are in the world of their own, they had become the master of the house. Who shall make me better with love? My husband has gone insane with his manhood Dangling profoundly in the street. He said am not beautiful but is his mistress better Than me in the kitchen? The craft of a woman is in the kitchen where She holds her husband captive with her food. Can she cook the "Egburegbu" and "Egusi" soup than me? How be it that men are the same with their ego so high? Why am I treated thou? Why is the only man whom I love turning his back on me? Help me for my wrapper has fallen in the market place! Helpe me for I do not know where to run to, My world is collapsing in the middle of the day Before the August rain. Water my heart with the flow of love, I can now understand the abandoned tale of a woman Crying in the market place amidst wolves and deers. Help me for my beads are fallen and broken! Help me for my man is no longer in love with me After ripping off my veil in the public. Hold the beads of my life, hold my pride for I am a Woman with a broken heart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/27/2015 4:07:00 PM
If you are a man, then this is amazing insight into the psyche of a broken woman.
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