stains


Pony tails
Innocent
Buckled waist
Very chaste
Thoughts I'd want to erase
Of a beautiful mind corrupted with kin
A red stain on white sheets
A nightmare that will never cease
Of an innocence robbed with ease
Of a demon lurking within
Of a saint
a saint that never exists
When did it fit for a man to desire the fruit of his loins
Flesh of his flesh

I want to taste the world
To numb the pain of my past
I want to partake of passion: unbridled and fast
To crash my body beyond for my temple they already stole
On white heavy cotton sheets
When he held me by my pleats
And i smiled up at him and he smiled

Mum was away for the night
And he had plans for me
I was naive
But you should see me now
I have become the woman you made of me
You stole my temple from me
On those pretty white heavy cotton sheets
And i hope you could explain the stain

I wish you could feel my pain
When I am held up abused and tied to chains
It feels nice
But the joy melts like ice
And the dreams rule my nights

I forgave you father,
I washed of the stain from my heart
Soak your sheets,
Buy new sheets
But teach me how to look at you as a daughter would
for now I’m just a twelve year old woman in your eyes.

6 comments:

  1. Ooh so sad i feel the pain and the shame

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  2. a moving story man...reminds me of a similar reggae song

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  3. It's sad what people go through to see life. Lets educate our nieces and nephews our neighbors and friends let no one take advantage while we stand aside and watch.

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  4. How sad! A briliant piece of work though. I love the website design,colour n layout. Plus the incorporation of pictures to your work communicates the emotion in the poem. Kudos!

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  5. How sad! A briliant piece of work though. I love the website design,colour n layout. Plus the incorporation of pictures to your work communicates the emotion in the poem. Kudos!

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