[Trigger Warning: Talks about a rape victim defending herself from the 'boy' that's been symbolized as the rapist]
Have you ever played with Fire, boy?
Burning all the toys that were given to you,
The barbies to the trucks to the pots and the pans,
Have you ever played with Fire, my boy?
With matchsticks, then with lighters,
Then some kerosene, for your starters,
You lost boy, all burnt up, for touching me wrongly,
Did you play with fire, my boy?
Who told you that every girl you ever met is just a barbie doll,
To be used and thrown, all around every where,
Did you become the "Half Burnt Boy"?
You should have kept your zips locked where it should have been,
Don't come near me boy,
I just love, love, love, playing with fire,
Not every girl is a barbie you can throw around and around,
Come again a bit closer, I'll burn you alive, my boy,
Some say, after being burnt alive,
You smell like a roast pork,
So I just might tell the butcher,
To keep his knives ready,
The next time you come by, dear boy!
YOU ARE READING
The Half-Burnt Boy
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