The Defamation
I know what to her is core:
You with a killing horn gore
And men who’d called her A Whore;
Her image in The Street tore;
Clothes such as she never wore
Claiming: she had them, for sure …
And I know what she is sure:
In the heart can leave a sore,
Which for years enemies bore
And shall certainly, for more:
Like contrite hearts on the floor …
The war after Defamation
A bold fight for Reclamation.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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