A poem for Aseda

Aseda slapped me again....
He said I have maggots in my brain.
He even called me a dog,
And hacked me with an axe like a log.

When we met he would say I'm his jewel,
He was epitome happiness and joy.
Now he wrinkles when he looks at my bowel,
Just because I can't give birth to a boy.

Aseda slept outside again,
When he came the next day he said nothing.
I asked him "do I deserve this pain"
He shouted "motherfucker, you're boring"

When we met he would call me "a rose"
I would chuckle when his middle leg rose...
I would tell him "stop starring at my breasts"
And he would say that "they have ripen... they're the best"

Now he calls me uglier than the rest,
That I stink and I have dandruff on my head
That my center is no longer his nest
That he can't sleep with me on the same bed.

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