I Owe Thee Poem by binti laye

I Owe Thee



I Owe Thee
I owe
But not the bank
Indebted not to Shylock
Were it the bank
They would constrict my breathing hole
Were it Shylock
He would demand the blow
Even when I vouched the pouch
I owe the world
You bore me
You are the core
Of all that is
I owe
And I'm to pay
Not with bales
But with the widest of bays

The sun shines
The moon stills
Because Women
Hold the Balance

Friday, March 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: wealth
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Women's Peak
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