PLEA OF INOCENCE I swear by the owner of life I speak nothing but the truth This kid has a disturbed mind She cannot distinguish A smooth caress from a rough-ride She mistakes a gentle coming For a lethal thrusting This is understandable She lost her virginity To forced penetration I know this too well I pay for her therapy sessions I counselled her on Her first rape experience Through all her ordeals She sobbed on my shoulders I gave her a lap to sleep on After-all a comrade’s daughter is my child Believe me when I say My baby is lying through nostrils I did not impose myself She invited me between her thighs After the soothing massage I was obliged to offer Like any father to a distressed daughter Your honour read my lips I am not on zol Just ram and maple On a rolled paper I dislike the pipe There is an aristocratic air about it In the name of respect For the cultural rights Of all peoples of the land You surely will not convict A man whose customs forbids That he leaves a woman hot By the token of baby-oil I rest my case LOLITA It was a secret open To the whole hood Your old man had The habit of fondling Little girls when He had one too many Everybody whispered Questions about How your sisters’ Babies were fathered When no boy could Dare to touch them In view of the poisonous Stick of your dad & the religious manner They kept away from men I just shook my head Every time my friends asked Why the little girl next-door Wore the face of a woman Though I also noticed Something matured in your smile Every time you talked dirty & my body told me things Anytime I watched you walk I peeped through The window and saw You sandwiched Between my big brother And his cousin You were only twelve At sixteen I was still Confused about the messages The scene sent to my body Years later I found myself Humming a ballad Between your thighs The night before I had seen you Jump out of the jalopy Of the archbishop I am yet to find a melody Equivalent to the seasoned harmony Of the music of our bodies that day I think I have an idea What crazy idea Raced through the mind Of the city mayor When he decided to divorce His wife of forty-years To make you The mother of his children When you are half The age of his lastborn
Posted on: Tue, 13 May 2014 13:21:41 +0000
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