Part 3: My Heroine

After groaning the whole day,
The situation turns bitter at night
Covering myself with warm sheets,
Nothing feels better but worse

Panting like a dog, I feel throttled
Every part of me in deep anguish
Sometimes I wish I could perish
Maybe the pain would relinquish

Everyone has given up on me
No longer useful, but only a poor
and burdensome valetudinarian
Waiting for nothing, except his day 

Only one thing gets me going
No matter what I’m going through
She keeps the flower blooming
Because she knows, I’m her hero

— Bright Madziva

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