by Peculiar Ediomo-Abasi
Published on: Oct 6, 2006
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Type: Poetry

I was sixteen years of age,
the least i thought of was marriage.
But like my fellow peers,
i threw away my fears.

And went down with a guy.
He was the least to make me cry.
I told mum i was in love,
but she yelled "Don't get involved"

i thought her unfair
until i discovered who was unfair.
What the guy had was lust.
All he wished me was the worst.

He wished to have me disflowered.
Thank God i was empowered
by mum's golden advice.
"You are not yet so wise"

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