NOT AGAIN

I sit on the walk, troubled
like shards of glass, broken
footfalls from the forest, trampled
like pus from that leper, stinky.

the nursing breasts mother, heavy
with strife, which milk;
turned sour; ijebu-garri like
the tears come, bloody.

the price of the job, it’s value
my dignity;
told to sacrifice my eggs
not a chicken, goat rejected,
I have reached my teether
the end of my…

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