Amara is tired
Amara is wounded
Amara is betrayed
She thought to have found him
The one to be merged with her
The first night with him
Gently touch and soft kiss
Her heart leapt like a wild gazelle
When his testicle bells hit her thighs
Amara squealed
She has missed her period
Her breasts are tender and swollen
Amara is vomiting in the morning
Abdominal pains bites her
She is sick with mood swings
Nine months are over
The fetus's eyes and pupils are more developed
It's time to push
Amara is alone
Amara is bleeding
She's carried off by paramedics
The blade cuts through her
She wriths and groans in pain
Her angel safely arrives raising alarm
Amara's child
His phone is off
His address is invalid
He was last seen with Jane
Rumours have reached Amara
He is planning to marry Jessica
Amara is weak
Amara pays all the bills
Amara's child is sick
Amara carries her child to hospital
In a hospital she stands behind a young man
He's speaking to a doctor
To give him more rubbers
There is a night dance to attend
More gardens to be ploughed by him
He's done , his eyes meets Amara
Amara is shocked and terrified
She drops on the cemented floor with her child
Jerry's head meets the floor
It bursts open splashing blood
Jerry passes on
Darkness and silence!
He took to his heels
Across the highways cars tooted
Undercarriage there he went in peace
His body lies next to Jerry.
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Its...unique. I feel for amara, but i think you used her name a bit too much
A brave write, dear Poet
A Harrowingly grim, slice of life...
(and in a modernity, where girls
are inundated with the message
that everything male
is a monster, waiting to be revealed
that segregation
continues, to increase
and, more n more girls
are clueless, as to how to discern
between a boy and a 'Man'..
and those opportunistic, fools
taking advantage of those defenceless
girls
feeding their ego's, by hunting every night
for 3 min's of mindless gratification
...
I hope all the feminist's and woke
woman, realise
by sprouting hate against, all men
instead of advising and educating
and letting the these young girls
witness for themselves
and separate those dangerous, boys
from the nervous herd of men, in-waiting
they just make unnecessary preys
out of embattled girls)
not all men are shallow dogs
neither is every girl, a victim in waiting
some
are lucky to have friends, sisters and mothers
who teach them, who pass on
their know-how
so they can avoid repeating gyrational mistakes
our feelings, are such imposing
burdens
when we're too young to realise
their capacity
to silence, our natural amygdala alarms
and that logical perception, to notice
warning signs...
these is why , we respect
our mothers and grandmothers
heeding their wisdom
to save us, so much of life's
unnecessary growing pains..
I hope, we change and reverse the trend
recognise, their is more to life
that stats and googled facts...
Thanks so much Brother LB for your time.
Here in my country , especially my sisters have developed a negative attitude towards men who have good intentions towards them just because they were in a toxic relationship with a bunch of fools who never valued them . Boys don't marry only men do . Boys are after sex and short term pleasures that justifies their mediocrity.
Thanks LB I honor you so much and I admire your writing skills
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