FALLEN APART
Every day, we fall like
Crushing sound of
Dry bread, so we fall,
Finding no mercy for
Us to quench the dying
Thirsty of our heart
And the bitterness
That locked deeper
Down in our bosoms
So we fall with such
Heavy a weight as we
Do not realise just
How must hatred dug
Deeper into our lives.
Posted on Saturday November 14th
About me
Princess Ayelotan was born in Nigeria. Her novels include Shadow of the Sun, Taste of Hunger and The Fallen Lady.She is a writer, artist, poet and women activist. She writes of important and life-changing issues that face women around the world, particularly violence and abuses on women.
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