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Black robe with red shoes
That’s what I grabbed first
Mama said t’was just right
Though I thought nothing of it
What would it matter anyway?
I was going to be swallowed up
Just like that huge hallway was
As I sat on those leather seats
Next to my dear beloved mama
Waiting,for the one I waited for
Wasn’t like I imagined at all
The place was big with good décor
I could tell he was rich-the one I waited for
Was that why mama was trembling?
She made to a door and tapped on it
I could tell it was time by the look of it
In she went after a while
And out she came with a smile
In I went after my mama
And out was the calm that masked my fear
He towered over me-the one I waited for
And relieved me of my robe
Said we’d come late after all
So he hadn’t time to be pleasant
His hand over my mouth all the while
He tore through me without a care
I sobbed with rage helplessly
But nobody came to my aid
He was tired of mama he said
She was old and he needed young
Mama was waiting when I came out
Told me I had earned a huge sum
Now she could afford her white powder
Her trembling would stop and she’d be well
I would be fine too, she urged on
My body was too young to be with child
My heart was as black as the robe I wore
My eyes as red as the shoes I had on
Who was more evil of the two I thought?
Mama or he -the one I waited for?
So you see Moses why I can’t be with you?
Be a bride in this wedding decorated in blue?
Rub shoulders with this man that I once knew?
This man…the one I waited for…
The one…your father… has he told you?
©Nyaichowa Alice Ghati 2010