The rod, Aunty does not spare,
For every missed step.
Uncle gives me comfort at the expense of his "rod".
Took my innocence and my sense of worth.
The million "whys " in my heart,
The ocean of tears in my eyes,
The quiet screams in my head,
The unseen battles in my mind...
Who will save me from this despair?
My life is torn apart.
I didn't choose to be born without.
Would that life was far from me,
That I could someday park my bags and run afar...far away to nowhere.
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#Abused.
Mbonu Eric.
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