Salewa,
Why are you crying?
Why are you seating in your room weeping?

Salewa,
Life was not meant for this
Wallowing all day in self pity.
Salewa you were not made for this,
To moan and groan in agony.
Salewa your father did not create this,
a woman made for trampling feet. Do you recall you mother Salewa ?
In all her Yoruba glory,
Vocal and loud, boisterous yet mild
She too had her own story .

Salewa,
Life was not meant for this
Living beneath his liturgy
You were meant to soar you are meant to fly
You were not made to ignore the skies
Salewa my dear when the next time comes
When his words say you’re not good enough
Pick up yourself dust off your shelf
And ask yourself
Am I Salewa or a door mat in hell?
-Damiloves


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