Sandra Martyres Poems

Black eye broken nose
Battered housewife sobs alone
The world looks away
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Most natives look on
Cadillacs and Hamburgers
As US symbols
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The skies are overcast
But will the clouds last?
Or will they slide across the sky
And simply pass us by
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I could not bear
The thought of you
Not being there
So I searched for you
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The little dog barked at the moon
While the green ghosts flitted around
The dimly lit spaces in the compound
Everything seemed and looked spooky
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Wearing a face
Like a tranche of steak
Injected with Botox
He dueled with the guys
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Life is a real drudge
Yet I, a poor housemaid, try not to bear any grudge
You, my lady, have led a relatively sheltered life
You have no idea what it is to be a battered wife
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The hot sultry day
Does little to stop their play
These barefooted boys
Who have never played with any real toys
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To the tune of “Nearer my God to Thee”
Did we try and set her spirit free
Tears streamed down my face
As they covered hers with white lace
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