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Weapon of War by Lwandile Marudulu

Lwandile Marudulu | November 12th, 2015 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

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[tab id=1]I may be the reason you grew miles apart but I don’t know why you won’t let him play his part.

My pillow is never dry because you’re denying me my birthright.

I really could use some tips about manhood
but all I hear from you is that he’s no good.

Why do I get the feeling I’m no more than a weapon in your war?
Why do I get the feeling you don’t care if my heart is torn?

How am I supposed to carry the name of a man I’ve never gazed?
How do you expect me to go on if I don’t know where I belong?

I’ve come to have little to expect from someone with no self respect who’s life has been reduced to

nothing more than spreading her legs for cash and I can’t help but wonder who’s the better parent.

I realy could use some tips about manhood
but all I hear from you
is that he’s no good.

All I hear from you is that he’s no good.[/tab]
[tab id=2]Lwandile is an aspiring poet with great love and ambition for the arts.[/tab]

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