“Growing upA girl was the company of a motherSmoke in eyesErrands on fleekSubmission tutorialsAnd ginger with pepper suppositories when a mistake repeatsNeed I talk about the slaps and whips and insults and curses? IIThen we grew into teens and blood reared its headDays of pain and grossness and segregationAfter that, household errands multipliedAnd chains of […]
Birth = CreationWoman = God IbI always wonder what happens to the Santrofie birdWhich the hunter can’t kill nor leaveDoes it build for it a shedOr light a fire beneath it to deceive?Or perhaps he holds it firmAs free edible game pass to shake their termWhat really happens to the hunter and its Santrofie bird? […]
To love a manWho Obviously sees you as a punching bagAlways using Xylophonic tunes to serenade your sensesWhile boxing you Inhumanely like a beast out of its fencesIs naught but a Chronic disease IIRealize that the situationWill Eventually shred your dignityMaking you LateFor even strong Animals eventually fallHelpless and helpless like TreesIf they keep taking […]
Mum Cee