The Heart Of A Woman I Know Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

When her heart was torn into piece
She swore to heavens,
To pay him back in their own coin
Using a reflection of her old self

Heaven wept, and wailed
For her heart grows weak
Through it never ending toil for revenge
For their sake she should abandon her quest


She never yield, though her heart lies in great pain
The penalty other men had to feel
Through shattered head and heart
Pounding hard as the asafo drums

Her spirit grow restless
For the more blood she tasted
Her sword stained with the cry of broken heart
Vengeance is all she would wage
For the heart of men are wicked