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Niece Misled

She was a beautiful girl
Dark and plush like her dad,
I held her in my hands,
Smiling was she, the eldest
Of my sister's motherhood.

She has grown up now,
She is a woman,
A fool with dirty cash has caught her,
It was her younger sister first,
Now safely hidden at varsity,
Thug is brainless with money,
A few ciders and grills,
My niece has a worm in head,
She cannot see beyond
The shrinking horizon of lynx money.

My little girl,
Stop that enterprise,
There is no reality in it,
It is an unjust, shameful relationship.

Who are you to tell me that?
You are not my father!

Little niece,
Have you ever seen your father?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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