MOTHER EAGLE, LISTEN

I make this solemn appeal
From the depths of my soul-
The hapless soul you ravaged and pumelled as the hammer does the anvil.
I owe you, for eternity,
An everlasting apology for the merciless shedding of your tight cunt
as my head tore through your groins.

My life do i owe you
For upon your breasts did i suck.
You have, forever, my right arm
For you guarded my tottering infant legs with your eyes.

Tell me, oh, my heart
When did love become a crime?
Mama said, you're not man enough
Papa said, you're a coward, sly and not trustworthy
I said, this is true only with you.

My words fall on deaf ears
My procreators are so adamant
Like water falling upon a rock
Like a ray of light piercing an overwhelming darkness
Are my words to their stiffened eardrums

But let not the dreams of your heart,
Dear father,
obliterate the prowess of my thinking.

Like Mother Eagle, teach me how to fly
but not where to.
And mother... please,
do not bury me.

©SUCCESS JACKSON AND AGU GODSDELIGHT CHIMBUCHI

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