Sister I must say that I tried to walk in your way
As my elder I tried to look up to your shoulder
That’s what the elders said
That I should walk in your way
That I should dance with your sway
They say you have had a piece of life
And you know which way is best
They say I should abandon my knowledge for it is trash
I should rely upon your knowledge, I’ll pass
Sister I must say I’ll agree with the elders but only if they didn’t faulter
How can they say I should walk in your way?
How can they say I should dance with your sway?
When your way is evil
Your sway is uncivil
Sister I do not understand the elders anymore
Their knowledge I must question
Their orders I must refuse
I must question their knowledge for it suffers from shortage
Do they not see that you have gone astray?
Why are they oblivious to the fact that you now own an ash tray?
If they have turn blind I haven’t
I see sister, I see
I see with distress the way you stress to dress the way you dress
I see with shock the way you walk and talk just like a hawk
I cannot imitate you least the gods be cursed
Your knowledge suffers from shortage too
I cannot walk in your shoes
I cannot rely on your tools
You have deserted the sayings of mama
You have thrown her sewings away too
Are the words too ambiguous to hear?
Are the clothes too bogus to wear?
Sister I must say
If the elders have refused to say I will say
That I cannot wear your shoes
I cannot use your tools
I say to you sister, shoo!
And to the elders too
For I see them as foes
They are the evil of your devil
They claim their intrest is in our best
Have you ever put that claim to test?
They say they respect our late papa
Yet they treat badly our mama
Sister I want you to fight our plight
For the elders have siezed our right
They siezed you too sister, our beloved sight
Do not flight without restoring our light
Sister I am certain the elders speak with a fault
Sadly they have caused you to default
I know also that they patronise your vault
But you must fight sister, fight till they flight
Fight the whores that fill you with sore
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Heyah, poor sister…
I admire this.
Tell her, my sister. Why does she stress herself to dress the way she dresses?
thk u very much guys, for readin nd commenting
Good…
thks for reading @ablyguy
Good poem. one all of us should listen to. but maybe you would look at the tenses, again. again the poem could be better with some of the ordinary words replaced. good work.