Mitta Xinindlu Poems

I do not want to be a slave or to own one.
But fate has wanted this meeting to take place.
And with a steady pace you have made me a slave
to your likes and dislikes,
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Love is homophobic.
If it wasn't, then parents wouldn't denounce their daughter
and son; treating them as tragic.
They would embrace them and share in their laughter.
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You are born into a motherless world;
growing up in pain of having no defending word.
Being the only one without a mother;  
among your peers you're the other.
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You make jokes about women being victimised.
You invoke little black children's cries;
You laugh at their skin colour.
You also chaff big women's towers.
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I have long sensed that you're an edge of a sword.
In halve you managed to pierce me with taps and words.
Today those words have turned into a session of stabbing.
You cut me deep with your point, my spine is flapping.
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