You close your mouth when he speaks rudely because you are afraid,
now you have become an empty jar with a broken handle.
You let your oil dry and did not replace it because he did not like it,
now you have become as dry as the plantain tree during harmattan.
You kneel before him when he is upset because you want to be submissive,
now your back have arched, that he compares it to the camels of the wanderers.
You wipe his shoes with your only wrapper because you do not want him to call you lazy,
now you are half naked and he does not even bother if you be Eve.
You choose to give him seeds of 12, so his mother will not call you barren,
now your stomach is a bag of fat and he no longer finds pleasure in you.
You have now become so pale and grey, that even your daughter now asks
what happened to you?…
Copyright©2015. Ruth Brodrick.