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Dear woman, mother,female
You were born
You were loved
You've been the belt every pant wanted

You grew
You knew the earth
You've been a strap that engulfs the internal knowledge of man
Sometimes the tranquilizer that baits the monster

You were seen bleeding through the jagged edges of poverty
Your peaceful existence was seen to the world as animosity
God neglects but he never forgets

That made you trade your pride for paper
You turned to a nympho
You've being sipping juice from the devil's penis
Man saw Satan's prevalence through your dug hole

You earnestly resent to your fare
But you loved it's texture
Avarice was not the thing what you needed was support

You was tired when you thought of your fallen rib
A dead flower besmirsches it's vase
You was not happy but you became indecisive

But God neglects but never forgets. - Mr Okonji
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© Mr Okonji