By Mariatha Causway ak Jennifer Thomas
While Linden
Lazy
Lay around
Venting questionable
Frustrations.
Linda made
Two sons
In the midst
Of their
Tribulations:
Many nights
Of fights
And mornings:
Total silence.
Linda
Lived
At his parents house
Going about her chores
With no signs of pain.
Bearing
No complaints as she washed and cooked and cleaned…
And always offered him
Female
Obligations
Whenever
Linden wanted.
And his gratitude for her love
Were the badges of honour
He granted
With his fists:
Black and blue and clear as day,
Beneath her ebony skin.
Sometimes with
Her beautiful
Eyes
Protruding.
A beautiful woman:
Her skin-tone dark,
Shone
And other men
Stole glances…
But not many saw
Beyond her flesh and spotted
The loneliness
The pain
In neighbour Linda’s eyes.
And then that day came when
Linda saw that for her
Linden was
No match
Made in heaven,
And found
Her strength
And walked
Away:
Two black bags
One son in her arms
And the other
Tied to her skirt
As she left him!
Linden…
The man of an old
Dream become a nightmare
Cussin’
In her wake.
Linda unlike
Lot’s wife
Never
Looked back…
As she
Took long strides
Heading
To the other side
Of her fate…
And I cheered
This picture of a woman
Heading towards
A new life’s
Open gate.
