The Dictators Wife
My husband is in another room dictating.How kind you are to visit to see how elegantly
I relate to suffering. I am as you know a simple
Woman...and of course have no voice.
I simply must amass these jewels and
This gold that have no meaning to me.
It is my duty for my life and marriage!
Suffering?
From my heart I have
No choice...
I have had to leave my home
You know and when will I have
A new pony?
Surely there must be
Less suffering than this?
I'm sorry I have several appointments...
If I'm quick I might still wear those old
Blood diamonds.
My husband is taking an age.
For some reason or another.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-02-21 at 03:26
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