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THE PAIN OF A WOMAN

THE PAIN OF A WOMAN

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

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