Wednesday, 24 March 2010

They Had Faces Like Grotesque Masks

He asked me why I didn't kiss
I said too many snakes have bitten my lips.
Only poison resides there now

It started with uncles
Who wanted to spill their incest
Inside my thighs when babysitting
For my working mother.
Their desire of turning
A child into a woman so strong
They failed to see it was wrong
To turn nieces into wives.

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