Poetry For Your Soul - A Letter From Two Sisters To PaPa

A LETTER FROM TWO SISTERS TO PAPA

...
We are one of those boats
lost in the anger of a raging sudor;
We've long hawked the song of sadness,
strummed on strings of black notes roughly
written on the cheeks of a million contusion.
Those scars sleeping between our thighs
as a result of the multiple sug5dor splashed
from the stimulation of men,
have buried their obscurity
in the silhouette of our anguish.
Our breasts became a factory
for their wicked-coated tongues,
making our temples as their
place of worship.


...
Papa, we are those struggling voices
swimming their way through for
survival in the raging sudor of men;
our voices drown daily, deep and deep,
after our oxygen masks played
lottery with the raging sudor.
Papa, the slate of our hearts
can't contain the writings of our anguish.
But papa, know this:
You are one of those men...
You lashed us thrice with your sudor
on different occasions,
we cried in groaning pains
but our cries caused no heartache
to your dying conscience.

...
Papa, let this letter lie with us in our graves,
for it will travel with us
to be read in the other world.


...
©Willipraise