To A Girl Murdered By Her Father Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

To A Girl Murdered By Her Father

Have you tasted a sack of bee?
if she sings, sweet was her voice
Little girl, you were tender jelly rose
Before the rude hands squeezed you
You were but a soft fall of snow
Before the earth smutched you,
He knocked you kicks and blows
Before you fell and died that night.
Sleep now, all shadows are gone, sleep!

Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep,snow
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