So
despite her confused state, trapped in that
flowering
body, ruled by a child's mind,
I
pursued her;
to
her chagrin
and
let my intentions be known
through
the thirst in my eyes,
my
grown hands on her fleshy thighs...
I was
the only male presence in her home
when
I came around,
since
the one who should have led,
left;
her
mother to fill a gap only he could
and
as a result gave me
silent
permission to teach her
the
reality of what some men were about.
Her
guide not knowing how to lead
herself,
just
a product of the new vicious cycle
she
still formed a part of
had
no qualms about the goal I had,
since
I made it clear that her offspring
was
my prize for the having.
In
her own broken, bitter mind,
she
would never try to deny her child,
what she thought
she had always needed.
Me.
A
poor replacement for her own loss.
The
man she never met and the thwarted love
that
left her with this...
Growing,
glowing cellular invention
with
his eyes and her inherited
sense
of grief and defeat.
This
child that she could barely feed;
As
old as the age she learnt that
childhood
was for other children
and
not for her;
And
that sacrifice was easier with your eyes open and
your
soul deadened.
She
would, yes, give the girl to me.
I was
all she ever wanted,
everything
she never knew.
She
was the alpha female in her home
and
her consent was the throne
upon
which my ego used as a commode...
Soiled,
but
satisfied after the purged ills
of my
lust was flushed.
Like
she knew I was.
She
was blind, teaching one who had
not
yet learnt to see...
Thus,
my
game was played
and
the irrelevant tongues that
whispered
would remain, checked, mate.
Just
hushed voices that eventually
would
recede into society's conditioned amnesia
when
barely legal I'd gift her my name and seed.
And
fully grown,
only
she would remember how it all began...
With
the youngness of her flesh.
Her
sin. Not mine.
My Inspiration: Society’s ignored injustices. (2014)
My Inspiration: Society’s ignored injustices. (2014)
© KohylahPiper 2015
😆😆😆. I'm crushing on every word
ReplyDeleteBeautifully articulatated. A bitter tale indeed written here so eloquently ... it's such an irony that such beautiful words have been used to ordained a story so painful. Lovely orchestration kp.
Thanks G. :)
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