That lonely girl
Picking Cotton afield
Which the bible carrying
Brainwashed her parents
That she is possessed:
In her lives some a thousand and one spirits.
She isn't the same anymore
The spirits are gone,
With them;her hymen
At thirteen; her Innocence gone.
And the Bible man mounts his pulpit
Same way he mounted her
This time to invoke death on me
For telling tales.
Copyright © Chukwunwike Okeke | Year Posted 2017
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