The Lady Of Horrid Poem by Adeosun Olamide
The Lady Of Horrid
Even you my daughter
You dare be beautiful as self
That you young boys wink at
And presence mine unnoticed
Yes, a pretty little thing
A thief just well-
But none can steal attention from
Know age, I maneuvered even-
Your cuts would heal soon
And face dress be unveiled
But the scars shall be-
And long, none shall compare with
Not you even, my beloved daughter
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