I was cut from your own ribs to be your slave i guess.
Made your house a home, you're blessed.
But in this house i've made i'm cursed.
With femicide you're at your best.
Such a wedlock i'm trapped in.
This can't be life i'm gasping.
I prayed for change but you lapsing.
The grasslands of Samburu needs you no more.
Umoja to my kind,
she's not a victim of rape anymore.
But what of my fellow sisters?........
Victimized but still the accused?
She prays the things you do don't curse your children.
Don't curse your children!
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Shane & The Moon Diary [Completed]
Poesie'When Daniel said, "it's not me but God who interprets these dreams" I felt that", & so in the same manner I chose to glorify God with the little I know about poetry.