The Calabash Pieces

Oh! Maiden Pass you the men den Where is your pride? Flaunt it let it not hide Oh! You have none A stigma to be forever born. Mother's warning not yielded Father's cry was not needed Once you were, a beautiful virgin Now a useless bottle of gin A broken calabash How great was your crash. Your friend's lure Has no evidence of a cure The man you trusted with your blood Ran away like a plethora of flood How do you fill this gully? And your lost pride a healing?