A Poem: Tear Eye (Part 1 of the Tear Eye Series)

They said her eye don tear

She has seen too much

She has done too much

Her voice is the loudest now

Her steps the heaviest now

They say her eye has tear

Her skin is leather

Her throat sore

She has shouted too much

Too tough, Too hard

All the way around her head

Her eye don tear

No innocence any more

She does not do what she is to do

Ego oyibo has blinded her

Her eye has tear

Her hands are too hard

Her back too bent

Her eye don tear

She prices too long

Mama haggler mama hustler

That is not how woman is meant to be

Tear eye every where

-YD-

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