From behind these veils
Of mascara and eye liners
Whispers of stale
Music
From my sister's lips
waltz zuma into suleja
Serenading the pregnant night
With poisoned lyrics
dusk births
A different tongue
licking their ears
With the same song
Of subtle lyrics
They hum the tune
But a mouthful
Of fiery coal
Can only produce flames.
Time has doused
Angry flames of yesterday
Whispers are sprouting
Again
Poisoned seeds
Blooming fauna
By the watery words
From my sister's lips.
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