Glims of hope for Mama Rural
Bear fitted she comes, Drowned in anguish for landlessness, Voiceless in a cruel world, Yet, feeding her oppressors.
She cursed the womb that bore her, Appreciated with slaps, And smiles in harasments, Having no control over her sexuality.
Cursed and chased, if barren. Mocked and minimised, when children fail.
Yea mama, Shall you have cause to smile? helpful yet hopeless. Your womb was blessed, We'll go for you. Glims of hope mama.