THIS WRINKLY BURDEN

They say I am a burden

A burden ready to break necks

They say I am a burden

A burden that sucks money

Without giving anything back

They say I am a burden

A burden of wrinkly skin and empty mouth that swallows everything whole

They say I am a burden

A burden on three legs

But I brought them out

Those dozen of people who are grown and affluent

I brought them out like constipated hardened foods

Those fresh looking people on my sales of fish, okro, garden eggs

And everything I could lay my hands on in my prime

Now the work has been done

And my goal has been reached

But the holders of the goal rebel in ingratitude

An old wrinkly fool is nothing better without being a corpse

A corpse?

So my last gift should be my wrinkly old body

Served on a plate of flat coffin in order to paste smiles on the faces

Of my own vagina sprouts

I have been thrown in a corner

Not entirely away

For I must serve the last meal

If there is a God

If there is really a God

Let Him deliver this broken hearted -wrinkly old woman

And let me dissipate into thin air

Instead of being served as the last meal

For those for whom I knocked all my teeth

By amoafowaa