In Distree Poem by raymond letsitsa

have a confession to make
I killed a man
and I know his wasn't mine to take
I have stolen from many that once in a lifetime opportunity
I burned my baby daughter for after she was raped she lost her virginity
I'm not the kind that appreciates good things
I have known women to spread diseases
I know a certain pastor who cursed me and found himself in pieces
Some guy died because of me in prison
There are moments that steal our breaths away for a reason
The serpent-headed woman with a long head withstands
every season
Eagles fly alone, and pigeons get raped for flocking
In broad daylight they castrate young men
and wonder at the perishing of their women's stalking