The Calabash Pieces
Oh! Maiden
Pass you the men den
Where is your pride?
Flaunt it let it not hide
Oh! You have none
A stigma to be forever born.
Mother's warning not yielded
Father's cry was not needed
Once you were, a beautiful virgin
Now a useless bottle of gin
A broken calabash
How great was your crash.
Your friend's lure
Has no evidence of a cure
The man you trusted with your blood
Ran away like a plethora of flood
How do you fill this gully?
And your lost pride a healing?
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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