Padmore Agbemabiese Poet Blank verse

Just a Broken Bottle

I remember when he grabbed me with his eyes
and I couldn't yell or scream but smile at him
slowly he led me into his dingy room 
where we could not be seen

behind the curtain he sat me on the couch 
then he sat by my side and my flimsy wrap fell
he gazed upon my slender form and touched my lips 
he was elegant and I was wet and cold and damp
and his touch of body was nice and warm

then his feverish lips he pressed to mine
I gave him every drop of what I had in me
and he drained me of my very self
I couldn't make him stop ‘cos for the first time  
I was loving it and loving it and loving it 
I cared less about what Papa may say 

I never wondered what Mama may say 
I was just loving it loving it loving it 
that's why you find me here today 
a broken bottle, drained empty to the bottom 
and tossed away in the trash of nothingness 
I who was once adorable and full of wine

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