She shot him

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I always see women as a dynamic tool that builds up society yet their counterpart (men) is their ultimate exploit.This is a poem of a woman's furry to a lover she lost all to including her pride as a woman.

Submitted: April 18, 2016

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She shot him

Mudiaga Maxwell Iki

 

She shot him in his sleep

Right there! In the act of his sin,

She shot them both.

Then her legs flew like wings of an eagle,

She flew by and there

With legs naked as her sin;

With blades and dew crowning her feet.

She ran like a hunted drudge

That was blinded by guilt

Encouraged by self justification

And demented by her terror.

Moments flashed across her mind

As her breast heaved

And flapped upon her chest;

Moments of self imposed avoidance,

Moments of behind closed doors,

Moments of vain promises,

Moments of hope and prayers,

Moments of mistrust…

Now all these are shadows

Compared to the disturbing picture

That crowded her judgement

And hastens her leg’s flutter,

To fly to a place she barely knows;

Despite the sinking boat,

She still have memory of a fatten wallet

Wooing her adolescence self

From all miseries that pushes her to fly.

Soon a kiss here and a touch there,

All these wretchedness will meet dusk

At the time of her dawn,

Yet the blood painted portrait

Disturbing the flowing beauty

Of yellow, white and blue lay sheet

Screamed with her;

Soon, it was all a sight of betrayer,

A sound of destruction, a hole of damnation,

A barren of conspiracy, a scream of terror,

A future of expectations,

A moment of blood and a smoking barrel:

And these she took with her

In her dear race, to the nearest future.


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