She was taught of silence
To be quiet and listen
Not to ask
Have some pounded bitter herbs
Drink some warm water
And hush hush the pain
She was taught of endurance
This time each month
To keep on with her chores
While her body in chaos
Her legs numb and heavy
Her price of womanhood
She was told to be a woman
How would you stand labour pain?
If you cannot take this little pain
How would she explain?
And if she tried to tell in vain
She will loose anyway
Now she is told it’s all her fault
She gave her womb to her witchcraft
And had too many abortions
She isn’t a woman enough
And still she lingers in her pain
She is now all grown
Have a mind of her own
Their hopes long gone
But she still holds on
To these dreams of her own
Once to hold her own
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Friday, 31 March 2017
Monday, 6 March 2017
The Dancers
They
don't know this song
But they dance to it
Not before have their ears met this beat
But they will break a leg for it
They don't understand this tune
But they marvel at it
Won't follow the rhythm
But will move to it
Forget about steps
They will be good at it
The drums are too loud
The dust raising high
Covering their eyes
But they dance
Their feet thumping...thumping
On the dried brown earth
Forgetting their sorrows
With no hopes for tomorrow
For the love of this music
They have never heard before
But they dance to it
Not before have their ears met this beat
But they will break a leg for it
They don't understand this tune
But they marvel at it
Won't follow the rhythm
But will move to it
Forget about steps
They will be good at it
The drums are too loud
The dust raising high
Covering their eyes
But they dance
Their feet thumping...thumping
On the dried brown earth
Forgetting their sorrows
With no hopes for tomorrow
For the love of this music
They have never heard before
Her Little Wins!
This
time, if it happens this time
I
swear
This
is the last time
It
was my fault, all of it
This
last time
See,
I hadn’t made him his favorite food
For
a very long time
He
isn’t that bad, didn’t he take me to Dubai ?
But
this time I swear
This
time I leave
I
made him do it, all of it
This
last time
See,
I was stubborn and thoughtless
For
a very long time
He
isn’t that heartless; he got me my dream jeep
But
this time I swear
This
time I leave
I
was stupid
This
last time
See,
I enjoyed food so much and got myself fat
For
a very long time
He
isn’t that horrible, he didn’t bring her to our home
Like
the other time
But
this time I swear
This
time I leave
What
do you want this time
He
will ask every time
This
time, a car…a house…shopping…a boutique
He isn’t that bad
There
will be a next time
And
I will go to Paris
Maybe
china for my merchandise
Or
just Thailand to relax
That
will be the very next time
But
this time I leave
That
time
The
other time
The
last time
The
very last time
This
time
There
will always be
Another
time
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