By
Patience Malunga
Created from the rib of
man meant her position was right beside and never in merciless irony hands.
She dreads to fight
because of fear
Her
voice goes mute whenever she wants to scream
Voiceless are her cries
and broken is her smile
A stranger to peace and
a commoner to tears pain and sorrow
Darkness has failed to
give her solace neither her tears able to moisturize the dryness on her face
In labor she travails
to bring forth another human being to life
Despite the pains and
the turmoil of labor she gladly embraces her new one
Routine of breastfeeding, diaper changing and
sleepless nights follows
She does this in the
name of love to a man whose love is miles away
This man has nothing to
offer but a bitter pill of anger, rage and hatred
His music is full of
torture as his words are never positive
But strongly she lives
and fights for the cause of her children
She wears the victor’s
crown
A hero whose song is
never sang ………………..
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