DAUGHTER OF MY PEOPLE


Celebrations
Cries of mock glee
The womenfolk in ecstasy
Shrills of hidden pain
Utter disgust
Concealed with laughter and song
Caked with disguised smiles
Away from brutal reality
Of lost forgotten liberty
Lost freedom
Lost independence
Born to the world
Welcomed with heavy sighs
Full of untold grief
Curved furrows of guilt
The midwife
Her rugged concerned face
Folded like the hills
Full of lament
A new candidate
For them to castigate
For him to torment
A rose
To sprout amongst thorns
A victim of destiny
A convict of fate
Incarcerated by culture
Chosen for condemnation
Melting receding hope
Thin as the calico sheet
That covers her chocolate skin
To acquire the magic
She is denied
Belonging to the hearth
Caked with soot
Cologned with smoke
The slender back curved
Breaking
From the bulk of emotion
Perpetual tears
From the wells of her soul
Those echoes of torment
Beaten to pulp
By the superiority
The attitude of a stricter complex
The knife full of blind strife
Its sharp stained teeth
Burning into her genitalia
Tearing into her
Scars that last
Eternity
A daughter of the red plains
Her magnificent ear loops
Canals of forgotten hope
Peering into an expectant future
Being born a daughter
A girl of the red plains.


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  1. A talent you got there bro ,,,am glad you found a platform to let the world know what you got.

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