This poem is dedicated to all victims of domestic violence

Mrs. Woobag by Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer

Call her Woobag!

He wooed her to make her a bag

Whose mouth has been gagged

A slum bag filled with punches

Wearied with abuses in bunches

Despised punching bag!

Lengthy love letters turned assassination letters

Man-handled by the man who gave her love’s handle

Love remains blind till it gains sight

Woobag’s face tells the story when his fury kindle

Who will bring you down from that scary height?

Fair face turned blue

Kicks and slaps await you on a queue

Upon your monster’s punch tune

You disappear in a ruin

Your monster

The master in feminine batter

Who like a lobster

Clinched your soul with claws till it splatter

Your phlegm-trickling nose seeds

Watch the master’s deeds

Innocence robbed

Will there ever be a refund?

Woobag!

You await the right time and cry in a bag

You may not become an old hag

Till your bridled tongue you wag.

Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer is a poet and regular contributor at poetry.wrr.ng

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