I Do Not Have A Brother To Hold Poem by mariechantal tuyisabe

After all the scars...
After all the stars
And the sun retreats...
And here you are talking
About pulling you back on the shore
Teeth bite a tongue
But, sometimes the tongue
May not remain in side there
Together with the teeth
Where did she go wrong?
How could you?
How could you make me
Dispise the rib I've come from
And all males who've passed by?

My mother has a hundred years now
And I do not have a brother to hold

I exactly remember
The day you made it open
That you needed many
To make you proud
Like one with many sons
That day, the flames clasped her
How could you?
How could you make me
Dispise the rib I've come from
And all males who've passed by?

I've twenty six years now
And children of my own
That I hold tightly
That I hold tightly

I am content now
Of her recovery
But also grieve about the loss
Will I have a father again?