A Rotten Girl Poem by Akachukwu Lekwauwa
A Rotten Girl
She was a gift of nature,
Until the ills of nurture,
Got her rotten.
On her red lips I see a yew
That must be cut off fast enough,
Before more casualties.
Her eyes rages like a wild fire
That must be quenched
Before more ravages.
On her face is an infectious smile
That must be quarantined
To avert an epidemic.
Behold a rotten girl in a rotten-world,
See what great harm
Nurture did to nature.
It's too bad innocence is always being thought of in lustful ways by men, instead of loving and nurturing it, letting it continue to blossom within the woman throughout her life, a prized possession of humanity also. Great poem depicting the loss of innocence, give it 10 ++++++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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4/26/2024 8:08:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good help these fairer sexes