A WOMAN MOURNING
My legs have tired for so long
My mouth has been tied for tongue refuses to move
Yet I go on with life with life, I make you food
And you swallow it all.
My eyes tires by all they have seen. All the injustice,
the rape, of the body, the soul, mind, dignity.
My ears have deafened by all the have heard, all the said and
the unsaid in all the corners of space
Yet I still pay no attention to your unrepentant ego. In the sequined
light of day you pretend to lead the blind, yet you suffer from a chronicle
sight disease. In darkest black of night I comfort you from your
cries like an infant. My linens are soaked from your tears of self-pity
and not know. Come dawn you are a new man read to take the
bull by its horns.
Aha tufiakwa! Not anymore will I let my soul become heavy laden.
At dawn of day my will is unveiled it says enough is enough….
Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, look into my eyes
Take a long look into my eyes..
© 2012 Anawana Haloba