To Be His Death Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Raped by two
First, by husband
Then his father-
Fate way blessing family
Father watered garden theirs
And company him, did too

His hideous prayer
The gods did heard
As two had me-
A man and son
Sauntering home in shreds
Hands pat back
And called -own blessing
Two days pass- he died
I killed him
Regret forth, eye sweat-

But was done
And his poor widow
My mother,
Soon died too
Employers rescue came
Bought their coffins
And had me, a room
To rape every night
Until heart failed him-
And son inheritance-

Afraid I’ll divorce him
He knew doctor
Had womb removed
Afraid I’ll divorce
He paid doctor
To lie cancer
A mastectomy

Now chest bare
He would let me go

Still blame for death?
God even him a hell-
No denials, I am demon inside
To be his death