Don't forget me Miss.
Man was created for us.
Don't plot or protest atleast
Or you will die a poor Widow and me a faceless Mistress.
The world making fun of us of our folly.
Don't forget about me.
Oh! Bride of his Youth.
His bliss for boring him a first fruit.
That he termed forbidden.
Don't forget I too deserve to be loved.
Having trotted all over the world.
And nested on a beehive with the old queen.
It's hard for me, the drones are all in retaliation.
©️ ed rukungu
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