Forgetting the impoverished years
when hunger was our friend
we lived in peace
and I stood for you
I gave you my love
not minding your status
and you loved me
On that fateful night of love
You loved me on the floor
and I didn't complain
I bore you children
nursed them on a mat
and I honored you
You treated me like a queen
in the days of want
and I appreciated it
Now plenteous wealth bound
Forgetting the days of our want
and you say am not presentabe
Mr. presentable,
some pounds weight I hath addeth
my tummy not sexy
my breast dangling as I walk
then you said you need someone sexier
You brought her home
Sent me to the boys quarters
and said she'll give your guest
Hear and hear me well
you can have her for all I care
the best part of you
you've spent with me
the left over is what she'll get.
After listening to a woman's story in a friend's office, I was motivated to write this poem.
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