EK (29-09-1996 / Imo State.)

Christmas

This is the lady that raped me of happiness
She stabbed the joy I stole from my mother's womb
She dismembered my heart
Leaving me to the sweet breeze of pity

With her contour of beauty which roars like the sun
She charmed a watered heart into me
Look well at her
She's full of life and beauty

A life that knows me not
A beauty that radiates me at birth
O soul, be mellowed by my mother's tears
Enjoy the tasteless taste of her hands

Sing peace to thyself
And lie in joy's bed
Proud in thyself O soul
For from same plate do our noses feed

(c) EKWUEME KC

by Ekwueme Kelechi

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