THE SCAR

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These scars I earned
On the night your father
Pounced on me in drunken stupor
Because my food pleased not his tongue

Many a night, I’ve neared the cliffs of death
My beauty vanished by the magic of beatings
For I was but a drum happily beaten
Forced to make beautiful sounds

What choice did I have?
I was just a wife.

Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.

By Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.

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