Moses Gava Poet Tail-rhyme

My Life, My Throe

I am grateful
I was born
Flung in doleful
Ferocious land

Born to face ignominy,
To be deceited
By licentious village boys
Who are only born to ice 

I was born a girl
I wish I were not
With abhor
I look myself

Born in threat
Meant to struggle
Their voices mumble
And i'm left idle 

My feelings are rose
I crumble
Of course i'm scorned
I stumble

I bled, I lost my dignity
My blood is blemished
I'm violent, up to infinity
No longer calm, I'm into crime 

Because I'm female
I was given life.
I was given life,
And I was given pain

Hell hath no fury 
Like a woman scorned
Because she was born in pain,
She was born in struggle

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Caren Krutsinger August 28, 2018 at 4:52 AM I have no idea what a tail-rhyme is, but your poem makes me smile big, because you are expressing MY feelings too, Moses. Wow! Moses Gava August 30, 2018 at 2:33 AM well....i'm really touched by the struggles of the girl child, i'm glad we feel the same