Do not romanticise abuse.

Tears for mistakes
not made
sorrow for a broken
hymen

wails bound by violence
speak and bleed he snared
silence I then embraced

papa's brother Obed
professing rotten love
hijacked my purity
in its place
he constantly buried
my trust

Mama
I wanted to tell
but
November never came

                    "eleventh hour late" by yours truly
     



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