PenWomanShip

I want a divorce
O God I shall die
If I don’t run
Before he kills I must be happy
It must work
It is my fault
Am a bad girl, wife, mother I do house work wrong
Smile wrong, wrong times
Wrong clothes
I lie wrong He is right
He tells me
They tell me
When he snarls
At me at the children I talk he snaps
Threatens to kill
His gun a weapon
Kept away from robbers
To wave and scare
My cringing body
Shitless That is only
When he is tired
Of pounding me tired
And yet he wakes me up
At night to ride
With blinkers on I suppose I am married
Lucky among friends
An age of mateless women
Envy my ring
My home I want a divorce
I shall not carry
My shame
Failure
Back to father’s house I shall rent a house
Live in peace
Snore at night
Eat crackers and coke
In place of his nightly pounded yam He will take the children
He does not want the children
I do
So he will take the children The strips of rags
Tied on the birth of a girl
To a girl
Have fallen away
From thinning arms
And legs I will get up
Walk away
Before
He uses the gun
On his better half.