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Jay Crown Poem
She never got to know SpongeBob,
Or the thrill of Jerry and Tom,
She never had the fun of quarreling with the maid,
Or hiding the bathing soap just to watch cartoons.
Her life has been one big fight, that she lost before she could even start.
That girl in tattered rags,
The girl in a fierce battle with jiggers,
The girl from the muddy hut,
That girl has a frail body,
But her brain I admit, is very gigantic.
She dreamt of flying a plane,
Before even the age of adolescence,
She thought it would get her family off the hinges,
But her biggest fear became a reality, someone said,
"The fee is too high, aviation is not for the poor."
Slowly her interest in music grew,
Her voice so melodious no doubt she could triumph.
Then one man came and offered her a studio session,
She thought she was lucky, but the price? the man said,
"There's no need for money, you can just pay with your body."
Then she was convinced,
To pursue education because it's the key,
And 'realistic' dreams as a poor man's kid,
So she turned her whole being into books,
Digging them with a dimming lamp till midnight.
Her passion in physics grew,
Her brain so sharp always leading her compeers,
She thought it would be fun working as a mechanical engineer,
But her peers! they said,
"Engineering is for boys. Machines for a girl? that's weird!"
Then finally in medicine she landed,
But life has never been easy either,
Not with the teacher's mockings,
"Your brain needs alot of glucose and plenty resources,
Poor and you're studying medicine haha it can't make."
Days and nights both dark,
Struggling with an empty tummy and a hefty fee burden,
The girl ain't giving up yet,
But one thing I know,
Their is no hope for the poor man's kid.
Copyright © Jay Crown | Year Posted 2022
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Jay Crown Poem
As a small tumor it started,
During her second trimester of labour,
Ooh! my poor uneducated aunt,
She thought it was just a harmless abscess,
Easy to drain once it ripens.
Days and weeks fast passed,
The 'abscess' remained intact,
But she didn't think much,
Thinking it just needed more time,
And it will ripen at last.
Then her child came,
So cute, Zakia was her name,
An angel she thought she'd watch as it grows,
But one thing she failed to notice,
The tumor on her abdomen had grown alot.
The tumor had persisted,
So she resort for medical assistance.
The doctor examined her,
And a solemn expression carved his face,
Before dropping the news, "Am afraid you have cancer."
But my aunt didn't flinch,
She thought Cancer was like malaria,
That it will go away with medication.
"It's okay if you're out of drugs," she said.
"Just tell me and I'll buy over the counter."
Days passed and the disease advanced,
Her mother afraid of her daughter to lose,
Started seeking help from traditional healers,
And searched for divine healing from religious leaders,
"My daughter is being bewitched," so she thought.
Then my dad came in the situation to save,
Took her for a medical professional to face,
But the doctor told him with an expressionless face,
"Am sorry it's already too late,
The situation cannot be saved."
I remember the last time I visited her,
How she thanked me for checking on her for the last time,
The despair in her eyes after realizing she'd die.
How she forced a smile despite being in great pain.
My beloved aunt, my heart aches whenever I think of her last moments.
Cancer snatched away my lovely aunt,
Food was leaking from her raptured illeum,
A very painful death she died,
With tears streaming down her eyes,
For the two months old child she was leaving behind.
Copyright © Jay Crown | Year Posted 2022
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