He told me to be silent
but didn’t stop
till he broke the hymen…
Defiled my body. But that was by the side.
What he actually did,was
to rape my mind;
A strange fire was lit that none could quench,
And my soul was filled with the stench.
It didn’t really matter,
the deed had been done
and if possible the seed be a son.
But lucky I was, my womb had rejected it.
Quite a close shave, my tubes had suspended it.
Those were the thoughts as I sat on the bench, wasn’t in a hurry was already drenched…
Like from fire to flames the stench still remained;
the clay pot was broken and injuries sustained.
The fruits were sweet, I’d tasted of the tree;
it wasn’t one, two and definitely not three.
My consolation was “it can’t be undone” but I had no idea what it would bring upon.
came like to ride a range rover;
Aristoe plc I was a stakeholder.
I had more than money, houses and cars cause when I aimed twas higher than the stars…
I was the the lady of the night so I couldn’t see the light,
To me love didn’t exist, twas just
A thing for weaklings
-in many numbers and places planting their seedlings.
As a result life was a living hell, so much so that I didn’t start seeing well.
Twas a great mockery to the millions I had made cause soon enough I’ll be under death’s shade.
…yes and yes I was about commiting…
Rest to me was in the mortuary, then a voice whispered “What about the sanctuary?”…