A monster at my breast
Sucks me high and dry
Am sore, chapped
I cannot produce enough
To breastfeed this monstrosity
Yet its not my youngest
There are others younger than it
Who need the nourishment more
He pulls and tugs
Yet his mouth is full of molars
As soon as he leaves me faint
He grabs the meagre food in the pot
My children are dying
From hunger, yet the harvest is plenty
I can’t send them to school
For I have to feed this buffoon
My bosom is dry
Yet he continues to suck
Am positive its my blood he draws
And I rue the day I bore him
Nay, the day I conceived it
When I cannot work anymore
From weakness that he caused
He barters me at the market
as a piece of flesh
For a new car, flashy house
For his cronies satisfaction
For my degradation
And me his mother!!
Gitts said,
August 24, 2008 @ 7:41 pm
Good one
mandy said,
August 27, 2008 @ 12:41 pm
hahahaha……..the buffooon should be shot? ….entertaining!
victor said,
August 27, 2008 @ 1:19 pm
wow…..just what i wanted to read
khabereri said,
March 24, 2009 @ 9:24 am
That monster never really outgrows the breast does it?!