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Heart Ripper!!

My husband is marrying a second wife!
It is tearing my heart apart! Am I not enough?
He said he loves how her waist moves to the drum beats of chakachaka
Pretty mama of high seas
He said she is very pricey
Her laughter sweet and spicy
So I trashed all of me and tried to do it like she did
My husband is getting another woman
He said there was something about her perfume so sweet
The sway of her hips from side to side so nicely
Her smile with the nice teeth
Her voice sweet like ice cream
Soft, silky, light brown skin
There I was trashing all of me, skin lighting… hip enhancement…
Breast implants… because I wanted him to see me
Losing all of me, in trying to make him see me
Me, living in a skeleton where none of it was me


My husband is getting another lady
Was I given his rib for procreating and not to earn his soul
To warm his water, cook his food, and not touch his soul
Suffocating because I love him more than I love me!
When he loves her more than he loves me
It is tearing my heart ap…

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking
I feel my ovaries jumping up and down in celebration
I feel the tubes smoothness in preparations of the seed
This seed saved up for just this day… this seed what they call blessing
Oh this seed that will maybe carry my eyes, my smile, my legs or may be my beautiful small breasts
This seed… I feel the maternal clock ticking tick tock tick tock





Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking
I feel it in my brain… it flashes like the sound of a nice song
I see it in little baby Sean… when he smiles at me
I see it in his big white and black eyes… and the beautiful chuckle he make when I play with his tummy
I felt in beautiful baby Natalie, when her soft hands touched mine
I felt it when I touched my best-friend's tummy…. It’s somewhere in that curve
Yes my maternal clock is ticking tick tock tick tock

Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking
I see it in his face… every time he leans forward to kiss me
I see it …

How do I love thee: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

My favourite love poem!!!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


© Namatsi Lukoye