HE SHOULD BE HERE

Mama Femi was dragged though the streets today
Called a whore and spat on
Stripped like one does a banana
My compassion dwindled as mama whispered,' They'll stone you if you try '
I stood, rooted to the ground
I am bitter,enraged,a tad bit sad
My fingers itched to grab and scream at mama
'Are you blind to the lipstick on papa's shirt ?'
Or your nose blocked to the cologne he suddenly wears
How can you still touch him
How are you now a bowl of water meant for washing his filthy hands.
He should be here too
Dragged
Cursed at
Spat on
Tell them all, I say without a word.
Mama held me to her chest,her tears wetting my hijab as if to say
I know my love
What can I do
He is afterall a man.

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