Malaya

The army sent me to quell uprisings in Malaya,
Murdered terrorists for a (just) cause I did not know;
Returned to find the one I had rent my heart to ballooning with anger unknown:
“Nenda kwa hiyo malaya yako and never come back here,” she told me.

Comfort women and war wives knew I was a eunuch, or worse – a priest


Where was this coming from when I never even pleasured myself?

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