Broken Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

BROKEN

Where is my wrapper and
My Broken beads forced out
From my neck impatiently?
I will hold my beads, I Will.

You've seen Through me
You've penetrated into
My emotions and rip me
Off my lily pride in pain.

Let me be, let the winds
Keep clapping on my lips
You've violated womanhood
Left me broken, broken And broken

My body is separated
All fuelled with agony
Each in the world of
It's own making policy
To me that owns them

Let me be, I Will
Hold my beads
As a first class citizen
In the world where womanhood
Is taking for fun in midst of pain.