A girl's heart
Was tender,
And yearned
To be rendered
To a new experience,
Out of the ordinary.
Not a reminder,
To fill the water tanks,
Neither a note,
Of groceries to be sourced.
Not a cane,
For failed exams,
Not endless cries,
Of angry hungry siblings.
She was mannered
And quiet,
Mistaken,
For queer.
Was young,
But tired,
Vexed
And bored.
Then,
She met a man,
Fatherly,
Or so she thought.
Manned
Manly
Moneyed
But married.
Generous
With gifts,
Words of love,
Or lust?
Their price,
Her innocence,
Taken
By force,
Left wounded,
Tormented,
And shy,
Of life.
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