I Would Stll Wish To Be A Palm Tree Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

I watch anxiously as the children gaze at me.
Is it the time? i wondered.
When the blood in me will be sapped by drunken men,
And my teeth be plucked from my mouth?


He is ripe, they say.
Oh, my head swims in their admiration.
I can see the smiles of the farmer.
I watch them in pride and fear.


My mother nature has told me.
It was the way my ancestors went,
So also would i walk their path.
When, oh when will it happen?


As i rest, my skin glowing in the sun,
I see a drunk walk towards me.
It was him, the famous drunkard who tapped my Brothers blood in his drunkeness.


I look at him in disgust.
Then joy came over me cos such in his state,
Can not climb a prince like I.
But if ever shock was a word to mean horror,
Then, t'was what i felt.


The pain ere i felt as he mounted me.
I could smell his stale sweat.
Then he raised his cutlass, glistering in the sun.
Help! Murder! I'll cease to breath.
But gently, he tears my arm.


T'was not pain, but a sensation of pleasure,
As my blood trickled into his gourd.
Such was meant to be, i was to sacrifice for pleasure,
As mother nature commanded.


Yet, i felt the bite of the ants,
they who came to lick me like the dogs did poor Lazarus.
The flies perch on my scar,
Oh, such tickling and tingling.


But through all the pain that forms a bead of sweat on me,
Yet, if i were to be given a wish,
A wish to be something else,
I would still wish to be a Palm Tree.