Nipped At The Bud Poem by Pen Anthony

You'll learn to love him they said
He'll be gentle they said
You'll be provided for they said
He'll protect you they said

Submit to him - her father said
As he handed her over to him
Him- the village chief
A man who'd walked
Before her father was born

She had barely peeped into teenage
Her breasts barely lifting her cloth
They said she's ready
As she had welcomed her red guest


She was afraid
And with good cause,
The chief was twice
Narrowing on triple her size

The chief danced waving his paws
Boasting of how he'll devour her
Darkness was starting to dilute the blue sky
She grew more afraid

Her soon to be co-wives
Took her gave her a bath
Giving her the talk
As the night grew silent
They left locking her in
She knew when she'd hear
The door unlock
It would be him