Woman

In every moon it is expected in red droppings
Via enjoyments and excitements come labours

Cursed to be the fountain of the wasted eggs
Cursed to be pierced and ridden
Cursed to be enburdened with growing lives
Cursed to bringforth life in pain

Through labour-tear and tears come new cry
Through hardened earth comes sustenance bounty



Poetry by Saheed Giwa
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Written on 2007-11-12 at 15:37

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