Songs of Anisha
“But I, Even I…”
by Niyi Juliad
The strappy sandal
Breeds burning blisters
The gold ring
Gives gnawing twist
The glossy bracelet
Forces wriggly retreat
The nice necklet
Mocks the hangman’s noose
The dainty anklet
Bites like a manacle
The glittery girdle
Causes gripping gripe
And the colourful cap
Clamps with a bruising clasp
But I, even I,
Choose none of these
And I save my peace.
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