mo’wes
when she told me of her father’s death
i realized that she was now
an orphan,
her mother long dead
killed at the hands
of her father
repeatedly
stabbed..
her own beauty
defined
by bloodstained
madness..
she said
she saw death
crawl
through his veins,
the days and nights
up north
far away
from her island
home.
“we sang songs,
in papimento
rocked what was
left
of his cancer riddled
body
to sleep..
till at long
last
he gave up
his ghost
departing
relieving me
of my
pain
.. leaving
me here
alone
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