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