FALLEN WOMANA Poem by Maureen Mwanikijust read:)Now they mock me But their words Carry no sting For there is no shame In being me
They stare, At the swing of my hips And long, For the poison on my lips So I nurse them, Under my skirt Then mock them, With the shame of their lust
Now their mocking Is all but gone Said only in undertones For the secrets of lust Hidden under my skirt Is a price no man Is willing to match
Do not mock me Your words Will not sting There is no shame In being me © 2011 Maureen MwanikiReviews
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Added on February 21, 2011Last Updated on February 21, 2011 AuthorMaureen MwanikiNairobi, KenyaAboutEvery world has its faults,the one we live in has too many and humanity finds comfort in diffrent things!Me?am just a girl who finds hers in writing more..Writing
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