She is just an innocent, premature flower,
Her sacred privacy is a symbol of purity, made by God's divine power.
A beautiful plant to be nurtured, protected as she blossomed into maturity,
Her petal fettered, groomed and kept from all impurity.
Oh, you mighty using your manhood strength to crush her innocence,
Scream filled tears, taking with force her angelic essence.
Her little body breathing breathless in pain of suffocating air,
Telling her hush, keep it quiet, it's a secret without a care.
Her little heaven bearing the sins of hell, oh lord hear her prayer,
Her dreams shattered, her heart tattered as death becomes her desire.
Venting her gray days in sadness, stealing her laughter,
A sorrow her tender little heart will bare here and ever after.
Oh you are a monster, a demon; your evil knows no bound,
You're utter darkness, blackest night, your distorted moral so resound.
Behind bars of steel, in desolate gloom, you will spend the rest of your life,
Distance from peace, your dark soul shall not be free from strife
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Societal Adversities
PoetryA compilation of poems depicting societal challenges. Many done in the dialect of the beautiful island of Jamaica.
