True beauty
too matured for their age
it was their mother's duty
to free them from the terrene's cage.
Tried telling mama about our nightmares
how we keep seeing faces of men that evoked fear
they looked at us like hungry bears
but mama wouldn't listen.
Their mother's pride
envy to all
A little too late, she cried
her little babies were being savaged by Uncle Paul.
Called her attention with our tears
but mama wouldn't listen
Guess he got tempted with our wears
which made our bodies glisten.
In the day, they came like friendly uncles
Cradled us in the presence of mama like precious vessels
at night they used us like working tools
but mama wouldn't listen.
With one hand he took control over my fatty chest
and with bloodshot eyes the other hand inside my sister's mouth.
"You had better be on your best"
While we went to the shower to have our bath.
When mama washes us, we winced
She scolded us saying,
"Stop playing with yourselves"
We tried explaining
But mama wouldn't listen.
Not so little to know
that what he did was grotesque
as he enjoyed the warmth of our tiny hole
Followed by infuriating pecks.
They told us not to scream, else they would hurt us
we kept mute and watched them eat our treasured apple
we couldn't open up to mama
because mama wouldn't listen.
We tried communicating through song
But mother wouldn't listen
Not even a town crier's gong
could tell her that our hymens were missing.
In the middle of the night we laid awake
Praying for the pain and shame to go away
Our pillows took the hurt and tears
The moon listened to our wails and fears
Because mama was too deaf to hear.
We lost our voices due to our constant screams
every conversation took place in our heads
we couldn't speak even if we tried
all because mama wouldn't listen.
Then a hunch came
to expose this pedophile
an uncle to maim
His testicle we plot to file.
We brought out our nanny camcorder
To uncover his colossal secret
All we did was surrender
To his daily routine, we were discreet
When he got to that state
When nothing else mattered
With the flower vase, hit his head with so much hate
Though our naivety was wounded, his head we battered.
Uncle's testicle was shredded in seconds
while we awaited our mama's return
we played the records
Mother watched in turn.
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Horrified at the sight
it made her sick
her regrets she could not fight.
If you're reading this
it means we're already in juvenile
Never take their needs for granted please
so they don't ever need to use the file.
Help the child not to fall an addict to their touches
a willing submissive to their sick activities.
A drug addict to their attention
Mama please always listen.
           YENE RAY ET HOPE ETUK (H.E)
