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THE NEW AGE BUG: OLD AGE'S CARCASS

This beautiful creature of a man, It was he who in my baby days hunted For my food and watched over me with eyes of a hawk Like a lioness would her cubs. He was the ground on which I trod My first steps and the hands that guided my tender Feet from falling. It was from his sides that the clay With which I was made was excavated. It was he who showed me the ways of a true daughter; He taught me strength, braveness and pride In my sex in this world of domineering men; It was through his eyes that I came to Appreciate the perkiness of my breasts And the curve in my hips; He was the one who taught me that I am The fuel of the family and its life, He made me see the beauty in all this And frankly, I was contented with it.
Her womb carried me for nine moons And amidst pain, she bore me into existence, Her breasts fed me in my infant days and her Serenading voiced lulled me to sweet calmness in sleep When the night’s unruly nuisance deprived me of peace And rendered me insomniac. …

TOMORROW... A PROMISE