With a deep thrust

Uncle broke my deep trust

Blood stains on my mattress

As I became another of his mistress

These words she said in tears

When uncle got this virgin “disvirgin”



Today, exactly 17 years after,

Her name

I mean her real name

tends to fad like an old blue jeans

As people now call her by her ways

A harlot that had lots of bedmates

A disgrace to female gender

At an age so tender

She would stop for every Venza



Every nights her legs spread up high in the air

like hands in worship

As she allows Every man that come to “come”

She had become loose

D only thing tight(tithe) about her is the 10% of her income

She parades in bumshots

Makeup so loud like a gunshot



And you know now

People must talk

So rumours came flying like airplanes in civil wars

Many spat as she walks pass

none ever asked why she took the wrong path



Trust me beside the money she gets

To buy the latest phones and human hair

There is a pathetic joy she derives

And uses as a curtain to cover the pains

Behind the scene

Behind her sin

Lies a melancholic soul longing for rescue

Rescue from her past traveling from afar

The thought of her molestation still challenges

Her freedom

Happiness has longed been kidnapped without ransom

Her memories bleeds from child abuse

Insecurity has turn her muse



Behind the scene

Lies a little girl who saw her first blood flow

not from menstrual pain

But from sexual pain

At eight she lost her parents

Uncle adopted her Because she couldn’t pay-rents



The only family she had left

Even though left handed uncle always

Seem right

Until that night

That night He came to say goodnight

Except for the fact that it took longer

before he turned off the light

“Hah but uncle I’m eight”

“Shhhhh don’t shout, can’t you see it’s late

Don’t worry it would soon be over”

As he turned her over



His finger sails fearlessly into her pants

Like a deer she pants

As she became wet only but with tears



With a deep thrust

Uncle broke her trust

Indeed that year was a great loss

As she mourns her parents and broken hymen



This shameful experience combated

With her self esteem

A disease of which her only medication was prostitution



And believe me there are many girls out there

Under torments from maybe different but

Similar experience

Making wrong decisions each day as they hallucinate their past



So before you put on that wig again judges

Please know this

That every movie has a making behind the scene

Every cupboard got a skeleton

And like the saying “Every saint has a past

And every sinner has a future

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Nice

nice write up

nice rhythm, it really makes sense sha!

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Cc lalasticlala
Cc Seun

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And believe me there are many girls out there

Under torments from maybe different but

Similar experience

Making wrong decisions each day as they hallucinate their past

True..

Truest part of this post..

Thanks a lot all

This is one amongst the best post in Nairaland since time immemorial

Really in that case Cc Seun Cc lalasticlala

megrimor:
This is one amongst the best post in Nairaland since time immemorial

Well coordinated piece... excellent job, mister!

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I love this... thumbs up

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Nice write up

Julietcutie:
I love this... thumbs up

Make una help call seun and lalasticlala

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Make una help call seun and lalasticlala

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Thanks a lot all

Sounds like a rap lyrics

Song writing won't be a bad one for you ur rhymes are dope

Thumbs up

Great write up

One of the best post this year ever

nice post.

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Otutu1:
OP I like your Floetry

Lol bro

vicstar:
OP u are good
A minute silence to the broken hymen

Bump

touching

Thank you. Hoping lalasticlala will move it to fp

Purpletee:
touching

This is so deep, so many dying in silence but their ways are wayed.

O Lalasticlala,is this worthy of the promiseland