He told her he loved her
a million times, a million ways
but it only made her winter cold.
I guess his love didn’t taste right
his affection was just a terrible meal.😥
Skin dry, no matter how hard she tried
Oils, Vaseline and glycerin
just wouldn’t stick
cause his love forced them out—
Oh, and the sole of her feet:
that wouldn’t leave.
And no matter how hard she chased them
they came back the very next day.
He raped her of sweater-less wears
and forced her to hide in bed and blankets
socks, gloves and jackets
even at that, he always found her out.
“What kind of love is this”, she cried.😫
Unmoved by her tears he replied:
Harmattan my darling, it’s harmattan.
Written and Performed by Viano Dee. Instrumental: Waterfall by Aakash Gandhi
About the poem
Harmattan is a short humorous poem about the weather. For those who don’t know, it is a season in the West African subcontinent, which occurs between the end of November and the middle of March. It is usually dry, dusty and cold ,very cold in most places.
The poet describes the feeling as a toxic relationship between two lovers in which the weather is an abusive partner.
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