Ayei Ibiang
@ayeiibiang080407
1 year ago

TO THOSE WE GAVE OUR HEART

We did it all for charity,
our benevolence suffering abuses;
Her slaving back, a sketchpad,
scrawled with all strokes of the scars and bruises
A black eye
beaten into subjugation,
a blacksmith forging obedience;
The tong and the hammer,
molding with iron hands, the sword,
like you really had do this!?


Donors of hearts to the "heartless",
our organs
were neatly wrapped in foil
Served a cocktail of our blood and tears
Our time and emotions,
time and time again
being cast down and trampled upon for years

So like a lonely clover pressed head first into the boggy soil,
we kissed the dust of your feet until
all of our worth
and self-esteem were burnt down and destroyed


I was a fool to have wheeled myself into the theatre,
thinking that you couldn't live without me;
I was a fool to have offered myself
a cadaver,
stretchered out onto the slab, made ready for this surgery

So to those we gave our heart,
is there any way we could possibly get a refund?
The loosening of seams from what's left of our old fabric,
is there any way you could please get it returned?

For the years of our servitude are over,
and the
length of our days complete
But why torture this slave girl any longer
when she has
publicly admitted defeat?



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Written by: Ibiang, Ayei Okoi
Monday, 29th November, 2021.
5:32am
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