Limitation on spinstership
Waiting eagerly for The One
Her submission a major requirement
In-laws with Slavery expectations
Extravagant rites that ushered her to a new dawn
The new life she earnestly begins
Her time was wired round his time
constantly adjusting, always Preparing
A potter she was, their home her Clay-Pot
With society’s peering eyes she’s constantly moulding
The morning sickness came in seasons
All Stillbirths not one she could wean
Leaving her weak, her life hung on the Balance
Those theatre lights dimming her light
Her hopes now tears to God
Many seasons later
The Joys of Motherhood now hers to Wean
That weaker vessel pulled all her strength
Triumphing with the proof of fertility
Hardworking was how she was defined
Abuse was an unconscious garment worn forcefully on her
Tending to others was her forced dream
Still she bloomed like a Phoenix from ashes
Haranguing the strength and vigour of a beautiful human
Mayorwa
