THE SACRIFICIAL CUT

They think it is about morality,
And that the cut comes with responsibility,
But lo! It's a forced sacrifice,
Accompanied by pain and tears,
My heart deeply bleeds for the affected,
Yes, the victims of FGM.

Future becomes a hard road to walk through,
The wedding night _ a horrible night mare,
Don't forget about the baby`s birth,
For it is an automatic woman`s destruction I say,
The pain, the agony, sorrows and the bursts,
To the innocent woman who had no choice against it.

Aunty and mommy never talked of the risks there of,
Complications like haemorrhage and urinary infections,
They didn't even mention obstetric fistula,
And yes, millions of depressed women due to the cut,
Not mentioning lives lost through FGM,
Let's save our sisters and daughters_Say no to FGM.

(Laura Liz's Bettie
April 2017)

MY VALENTINE

From the deepest of my thoughts,
Meditations that run through the nights,
I got a strong presentment,
You are more than just a confidant.

Your love is forever real,
Intentions are such a deal,
And your heart so real,
with love, our hearts we seal.

Your love is like a rill,
Yes, a stream down a hill,
Flowing without ceasing,
And yet, keeping focus.

I love your confidence,
the lovely look through my eyes,
Reflecting the sincerity in your heart,
Did I say you are such pleasant?

Always falling in love with your passion,
Your altitude and determination,
Your consistency keeps me in motion,
Yes, a heart on a mission.

I love your sincerity,
comes with lots of security,
With wisdom you tell the reality,
who wont fall for integrity?

I loved you yesterday,
I love you today,
Tomorrow, I will still love you,
Forever our hearts we shall share_my Valentine.

GONE TO THE DOGS

Only during the crusades,
And all dogmatic drives,
sweet convincing assurances,
And oaths of candidness,
With some "sugar coated" carrots,
All to earn our ballots

And once again like before,
So good to negate: an offer
with minds summed up in penury,
The citizenry falls for the tender,
Overlooking that aday will mature,
When w'will have to reimburse.

Dawns a day not bright again,
All great dreams drowned in an ocean,
Never to be remembred once again,
As the undertaker forgets his undertaking,
And the citizenry has to bear the pain,
Of accepting to trade his being.

Embezzlement of resources,
Ill use of treasuries,
All statutory offences,
Are our honourables first class developments,
with gigantic standing en' sitting stipends,
Forget not a tip if you need his services.

It is me , you and all,
To rise and kill this animal,
And hold a national burial,
assert our cries once and for all,
Our civil rights w' need to know,
Without which we'all hacks!

laura Liz Betty2014
(The corruption animal in the country)

CURTAINS CLOSED

Glaring into the mirrow,
Closely monitoring any error,
Seems like what they call horror,
In a glance they've stolen my emperor.

I realise my eyes are somehow wet,
Didn't I know I had a date with the reality?
Quickly, I sought my cat pet,
From whom company I occasionally sought.

How could I lose my mind into this??
I had promised not to give it a thought??
Could I give my mind any credit??
Did my heart walk on merit??

Curtains closed and deals sealed,
Learning to live is learning to let go,
Difficult path but worth the course,
Closing the doors and on, I press.

Bruising and being bruised is natural,
Through it all, I have learned forgiveness
To my self and to others...
With that, the master`s peace reigns.

Curtains may close but the master unveils,
Hidden secrets and all kept in darkness,
In repenting he heals and cleanses,
The broken he makes and lost he restores.

Wondering who this master is or where he dwells??
Asking whether he's able to cleanse and accept you?
He's done to me and I invite you as well..
Come, taste see...the Lord is God.