He vowed to always love her when she became his bride
Unfortunately those words were empty promises made
Nights after nights she cried
Having the knowledge that's she been played
Hurts and pains she hid inside
Worse than cuts from blade

The love is gone
Constant forceful penetration is now a routine
She cries from dusk till dawn
She has become a pleasurable machine
Couldn't believe she got married to a beast
Her body has become a palatable sexual feast

The beautiful love story transcends into a curse
Her man sows in her, unwanted seeds
Too many babies she has to nurse
Now she takes abortion pills like a farmer uprooting weeds
Too many fruits produced
All, products of sexual abuse

Merem Samuel

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