Dear Derek, I'm left with scars upon my broken hearts Don't you take it awful hard cause I laugh like I've gat gold yet, am the dream and hope of those that calls me slave. At every beat tradition is mired! Why as an african should I be the girl who suffers mired tradition? Why will I be your slave when am not for sale? Was it why he said ' A slave is not greater than the master ', could it be me? As a wife, I am expected to serve you, prepare your food, clothing and other personal needs. As a worker, I have to be a professional, disciplined and an engaged employee yet, you aren't pleas with those tiredsome efforts. I dripped blood You gave me chromosal disorder, I became subject of abuse Inside and out, Mama will always say , ' Quiet, the society will humiliate you as a Divorcee' Dear Mama, will the society still remembers when the thick air be vanquished with the tide and the roaster beckons on the sun? My intense positive emotions balanced out a high...
Kara is a Passionate and Personalized Digital Content Writer, Spoken word artist, a freelancer and blogger. She is an Activist and a Women's Human Right Defender who is determined of a society without domestic/intimate violence partners. She's a voice to all temorous women in the society and her audience happens to be her first priority. She holds a bachelor in Biochemistry from Kwara State University, Malete, Nigeria.