Photo credit: Derek Thomson
Three small babies I was overjoy
Till my journey—
I didn’t know what it takes
To be a woman; much less a lady
I fought to keep them by my side
Not knowing the battle was not for me
I found out in disgrace: it was a role play
Of deception to have me
‘malice ‘caused’ you and I not to be a devotee!
When I was lonely—it was me and my three babies
We were blinded by lust, pillow talks, sweet caress,
that betray you, betray me,
prayers save us from our enemy
the ‘traps to break us’ to turn us crazy.