I Wasn'T Even Born Yet
He whispered sweet folk tales of his days of yore
.........daddy
He signed my name with non erasable ink, in soothing letters
......daddy
He opened links for me to be linked to him when he traveled far, on his business trips
.....daddy
He promised me of places to go, life of a party and happy
of meals that could heal and seal hunger games
...daddy
He filled my wardrobe with minerals to treasure, sensual clothes to wear
How could I not dare
When love was sweeter than honey
When money was bigger than buddies
Sugar daddies waiting, watching
For those naive village girls
Secondary school girls
In the streets of Nairobi
In their big-ticket cars
Honey daddies, telling their tales of lies
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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