My Unwritten: Fatuma

My Unwritten: Fatuma.

My mind is flooding with thought

Thoughts about her plight

Of late she can’t fight

Her name is Fatuma

She is a caring mother

Of children with no father

The only courage she can gather

Her name is Fatuma

She can’t see nor hear

Always living in fear

With a constant tear

Her name is Fatuma

When ridiculed she smiles

And sit on the tiles

As her worries piles

Her name is fatuma

She worries about you

She cries for me and you

Every time she tell you

Her name is Fatuma

You burst in laughter

Thinking you're smarter

Or even better

Her name is Fatuma

She has riches and wealth

Only devoid of good health

To propel her forward stealth

Her name is fatuma

She needs to be heard

Before she turns hard

On you,oppressing bastard

Her name is Fatuma.

To be continued....