In Arms Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

In Arms

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Sister turns her back on me
Father disclaim this progeny
Mamma to take my verge
I am in arms, begin to ponder
Contemplations pull the query
Am I his blood? I am lost

Sister to strangle me
Father on her route
A blot on escutcheon is am
With no way to abscond, detachment rule
The demand still moulds
Am I his blood? I am lost

In her green eyes I am a schemer
As I am always erroneous
I failed them and discredited
Yet mother comforts, sister back stabs
I vomit blood as he cheer
Division reigns, in arms

Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: struggle
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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