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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem