sHE

sHE,
Her limbs drawn in patterns
Knitted from his egoist
Hands,
Zigzag,
Yet demanded to be
Flawless.
Remarks of ancestral womanhood
Slit her breasts
into two,
One for Him and other
For His child.
Clutched, pressed, sucked,
What’s left for her
More than a lump of pain.
Down down down
Down streamed her dreams
With her monthly screams
But!
He held her throat
To wedge a pleasing sound
Oh! How beautiful she sang,
flawless!
Just the way He wants
His love! Oh, His love,
Grew wild in her
tummy
Which seized her screams.
Her nearly braided hair
Swallowed
All her words
Like a sleeping poisoned snake.
her laughter itched her
neighbour’s nose
her questions twitched her
Uncle’s hands.
She’s done measuring
Boundaries
She’s done with unheard
Sighs
She’s a woman with a past
But
never without a
Future.