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DEDICATED TO ALL THE STRONG WOMEN OUT THERE WHO CONTINUE TO BELIEVE AND THRIVE DESPITE THEIR UNIQUE HARDSHIPS
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Two rivers paint her lips silver
Trickling from her inner bosom
As the milk.
Science has never been as incompatible
with reality as today.
His law states that gravity is some Robinhood
taking from high places to low.
Her heart is under her eyelashes
which color her face black and proud.

She shivers in the dense blackness
The burden wetting her back
Screaming, oblivious of the amiss.
Her dream was like lightning
But it hit the same place twice
then thrice and struck out;
her amber embers embraced the embarrassment eagerly,
extinguishing every existing entity emanating an from empty soul
that could spark a revival.
Destitution is a gentleman,
It takes no prisoners of women and children.

God is sexist! Or non-existent
They say he made them in his image
But were deity female and omnipotent
would she suffer her to suffer thus
Nay, her misery is man-made
because testosterone lubricates the earth
at its hinges.
When she thinks she cringes
When the gods read the riot act
They forgot that it takes two to tango
And gave Eve pain and Adam dominion
The chiefs dictated the word verbatim like pious preachermen
when they banished her and brandished him,
let her to bear the burden alone
She curses her gods' mandrakes.

She bleeds in the tenth moon
She bled in his lustful vigour
Then she bled not for nine moons.
She justifies the predicament
She accepts her shallow potion
She wraps her nemesis in rags
respective symbols of betrayal and need.
She contemplates justice.
The enemy is defenceless.
The enemy is innocent.
The enemy is placid.
A star twinkles at her benevolence
but benevolence benefits the boy better
She is a woman fortunately.
She should have succumbed.
He would have succumbed
He would have given up.
He would have cursed the God that is on his side always.

But alone she rises up
She yawns in the cutting cold
She shivers her way into the unknown
She....


.MAVE OKOT .


DEDICATED TO ALL THE STRONG WOMEN OUT THERE WHO CONTINUE TO BELIEVE AND THRIVE DESPITE THEIR UNIQUE HARDSHIPS
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