POEM I What Hurts Most

By Chioma Love Enwerem

I do not lose sleep
When you hush me
To blow your trumpet.

I do not frown
When you munch cake
Meant for two.

I do not howl
When you pick
On my wound.

I do not quit
When your footsteps
Halt my lively laughter.

I do not hate you
When your dry smiles
Make me freeze.

But I weep when you
Dance naked
In the market square
Where thousand eyes
Feast on your naked body

And chant your emptiness.

Yes, I weep!
I do weep!!

Dr. Enwerem, a poet, educationist & social crusader, 

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