You loaded her tummy with bazookas
Gently rubbed them hoping they would
grow a head like you
Too big to be contained in a woman’s arms
Mother of the revolution, memories
are a bayonet ripping through her intestines
These words you throw recklessly
are worms causing the wounds to fester.
Long, long ago you turned her
body into a battlefield
Each breast holds a landmine
Making her breathing so hard
When she inhales corrupt penis
a bazooka rips through her chest,
Do not remind her, she knows,
she bandages the wounds herself
every morning with her tears
Nights alone are terror, she knows.
There are young women’s bodies
burning in her nightmares
The nightmares will not stop
They visit her as she prays kuKereke
The unanswered prayers defile her
From too much sacrifice…her heart limps.