No More a Woman
The rainy season is on the land
I see much sward without sand
It’s like music of a good band
Trees have grown striking flowers
A strong wind makes’em shaken off
Down, many fall; others stick maiden
I am a floppy mother chicken;
My chicks do slumber in a kitchen,
My heart has fully pulled to worsen
My heart and my body are no more mine;
My unique bilabial flower was swooped,
My only blossom, the legacy of any woman.
Left unmended, my heart got wounded;
For my only flower’s petal was torn,
Leaving me a shell whose content was pilfered.
I am no more a woman; I’ve nothing of a woman.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2018
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