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RELATIONSHIPS
These wolfish faces, how they stare at me,
Sneering and growling to pounce on me,
How they all lie in wait for me,
Why do these creatures want to devour me.
I have found all ties to be selfish,
My mother reminds me about her anguish:
How her milk kept me nourished;
She still thinks that I am fetish.
My father thinks that I am the dodger,
He does not perceive, he does not bother,
He wants the repayment of all his dollars,
He does not care to reply to my letter.
My woman always calculates my earning,
Always so keen to go out for shopping,
She has me, yet says she has nothing,
Ah, the guile of her artful complaining.
My sons are busy with books in their arms,
My children's concern feels like a balm,
Their love is instinctive, to avoid harm,
And God finds me trying to hide in His arms.
