Obedience Lingwati Poet ABC

Sixteen On the Street Corners

Sixteen she became more of a sexist.
With her skin smooth to reek the care
of her mothers touch.
Sixteen in a black backless dress,
a mistress look,yet a woman to every 
men passing on the street corners.
Men with no back bone, i call  then spineless.
Those that made her every breath heavy,
when life was at ease.
Breath  under nudity the scenary behind her.

Sixteen  missing periods and window period.
Cometh was a life of prescribtions  and mother hood.
A used up beauty at sixteen, nolonger useful to them.
They saw only a usedfool with beauty nolonger in use.
Beautiful to bloodyfool with a child to call every man on the street corner father.
            Sixteen on the street corners

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