Published by Amhiel Thare khorasani
Date published: June 07, 2023
Time published: 11:02 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Love
He resembles the figure of my father,
But I refer to him as my baby.
The man carves marks on my body.
To claim that I'm his possession.
He establishes cracks to let the light come in—
I feel more human with these flaws.
He impairs each of my senses.
And now I am numb.
Every night, he compliments me
For being such a good girl.
But this morning, I was his mischievous woman
For serving his coffee cold.
He controls everything—
He's the strike of light I follow.
I am my mother's daughter;
I'll serve my man until I can no longer.
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