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,
wrote in via chiomashedrach@gmail.com
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