I remember when she used to tuck us in
She smelled like roses on a bright morning
Like a king’s new bride
Her stories were as fresh
Her smile so affectionate
Everything was simply perfect
Until it suddenly wasn’t
She smelled of money perfumes
Of oil and water, of emotional torture.
She wasn’t the same.
She scarcely smiled now, but when she did, it wasn’t contagious
Even he couldn’t explain why
The light of the home had dried up like a cursed lake.
Exotic beasts that will leave their lives to follow
Even when the path is dim and the pay hollow
He said, everyone wants a people
They think they have the right to own slaves
Exotic beasts that will leave their lives to follow
Even when the path is dim and the pay hollow
_Winniefred F Gbemuotor
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