I’m now your punching bag
Me, the woman you promised
To be with forever
Late, you come home
Roaming about with bottles
To smash on my head when query you
Now you call me a witch
The woman you swore
To protect all your life
See my cheeks
Molded by your blows
You show no remorse!
Why treat me like a thief
Caught stealing five naira magi,
Why call me name like a street harlot
I am your wife, your better half
And I’ll still be there for you
No matter the situation!
It’s for better or worse;
Treat me like the queen you use to know!
I wait to hear you say “I care.”
Written by: Moses Opara
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson