ABUSED

ABUSED

She died long ago
She'd lost her soul before birth
Born of a mother who lays for money without much ado
Everyday on the streets advertise her own death
Her mother died of AIDS when she was just seven
From there her life began, so uneven
These she never prayed or bargained for
She was taken in by an uncle who hits are to the floor
He's every day was for drinks and smoke
School? She never got enrolled, he was ever broke

There came this rainy evening
Uncle came in drunk and limping
He told her "have your birth and dress up"
"My night this day you must not mess up"
She was so eager to
Anticipating where uncle would take her to
Too young and innocent
Little did she know her life was about to be bent
She came out dressed, he took her to the room
"Clean up the place" he said, gave her a broom
Soon came in his drink and smoke mate
She was about to be a money bait
She could see him collect from his friend money
And heard him say "go in for your little honey"
She dropped the broom and shook in fears
He defiled her despite her screams and tears