Fee fi fo fom.
His boots stomp, her soul crunches.
In fear, she screams and hides.
Her wrapper is a kite,
Flung in desperate abandon.
Fee fi fo fom.
She is wounded from his kicks.
Her children cry for her sake.
Fight for mama, they try.
But soon, are kicked in blind fury.
Fee fi fo fom.
The gathering of elders come.
They deliberate as she kneels.
With bloodshot eyes, she apologizes.
For a woman endures, they say.
And stays in her place - at the feet of her man.