THE CURSE HOLDS…
So today I crossed paths with a serpent
In fact not me but my sibling
She was scared out of her wits by it
So me she summoned to face the enemy
With diligence of one summoned to a Biblical duty I responded
After all Jonah was punished for evading such a calling
I shudder at the thought of four days in the bowels of a fish
Armed with a stick and backed by my sibling’s tidings
I approach the corner
Where the enemy lays coiled
Startled at my approach it brings out its head
Then the words of the Holy book come to my mind
That off springs of the woman shall crush the heads of the serpents’ off springs
So I did my part, I crushed the head
The curse indeed holds true...
Hope I shall crush the heads without my heel being bitten
The curse holds true.
SHE CARRIES ON HER A PAIL
SHE STRUGGLES WITH HER BACK PAIN
SHE STOPS...MUSIC OF THE QUAILS
SHE MUST MAKE HASTE
FOR THEY MUST BE CHASED
NO MAN HAS KNOWN HER
OTHERWISE SHE COULD BE GIVEN A HAND
SHE IS THE CAPTAIN OF HER OWN SHIP
AND ALSO AN OARSWOMAN IN A SKIFF
FROM THE WEEDS SHE WILL BE GOING TO COLD SHEETS
AT TIMES SHE’S SCARED OUT OF HER WITS
HER ONLY SOLACE IS HER GRANNY’S QUILT
SHE CLINGS TO IT AS IT CARRIES HER TO SLEEP
SHE WAKES UP TO NO MUSIC OF LOVE
ONLY THE MELODIES OF DOVES
THE SUN, WITH ITS RADIATING RAYS
GIVES HER THE HOPE THAT ONE DAY IT WILL BE OKAY
SHE HOPES TO HAVE SOMEONE ONE DAY
TO TAKE HER ALONENESS AWAY
WHO CAN KNOW HER AND GIVE HER LITTLE ONES
TO GIVE HER A HAND
OH YES SHE WILL DANCE
FROM HOME TO THE FIELDS AND USE EVERY CHANCE
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