Yesterday Comes To Mind Poem by Michael Eziudo

Her tears flowed and no matter how much she cried they trail their marks endlessly
She whispers to her thoughts from yesterday
The blood she had sold
To unreasonable buyer at the cost of pains that hunt
Her sanctity he beautified with the dark edge that held him a prisoner

And the hunt never ends
Like a bag of shredded cassava
He handles her like a rotten egg
The home she should find peace
The union she should have mingled to tangle and oneness be
She treads like a slave as a brute he is
And from fry pan to fire
Her tears sting her

And upon her knees she goes
Here's a saving grace she thought
Here's a refuge that shreds all weight
Amen, amen she wished will be all that is to be done
But his mind like the sooth is black
And at the sight of her he had licked his tongue
A cheap pray has come to roost
And the tears call back the former that had flown past
He was a wolf in sheep clothing

And he in black dress and beret
A man's friend shouldn't he be?
But his protruded stomach is always hungry and satisfy it he must
At the expense of gullible weaklings he shows his strength
His cock and fire holds no water at the sight of strangers by the roadside
But like a lion on his prey he pounces on her
And the tears from yesterday continue their journeys

She had told her before her spirits left to let her body kiss the red soils
That tears upon trust in chariots
Are grieved like fuel upon fire
That hope placed on the power hidden in the book of the Whitman is
The engine to draw the winds from the waters
And oh, yesterday comes to mind
And with no man's shoulder to lean on
Her tears flow with joyous testimonies