Palpated her breast, a lump in the throat. <br />The monster that mama and aunty smote. <br /> <br />Toyed with the pages of a letter she wrote, <br />about the time, she but crossed the moat. <br /> <br />Devastated and lonely in a bustling world. <br />To nether shores that she was hurled. <br /> <br />A rending stream of violating pricks. <br />A heart less journey through so many nicks. <br /> <br />Handled and mauled by alien hands, <br />her heart and self, now held by bands. <br /> <br />The grief and anguish of yet to come. <br />No flames are doused by bottles of rum. <br /> <br />Just as she stood, a woman in her own. <br />this saga of horror, was at her thrown. <br /> <br />How she hated the pitying looks. <br />Frantically sought the net and books. <br /> <br />With every passing day, the chances grim. <br />No more the charmers to pander a whim. <br /> <br />Dragged like mom, to the butchers den. <br />So broken she spoke of marcescent men. <br /> <br />Lost her spirit and her womanliness. <br />The warmth and feel of a loving caress.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pink-ribbon-blues/
