Woman

A Little Sunday Poetry

It’s not your fault 
You’ve never seen a woman before

I wonder what she’d say, I wonder what he’d say 
I’d tell it like it was a tale 

I’d tell about all the times it rained
I’d tell about the stink

I’d tell about how it all turned into a dessert 
I’d speak about how rats walked around like they were elephants

But then again, they’d ask what would have happened to the elephants 

I’d finally let the tears drop, all answers would be written there.

Where do I begin to explain?

Thembeka