Sombre was the entrance
Into the heart of these contents.
Blood stains and dread
Naturalized each rife page
As I flipped my eyes through them.
This diary with seals broken
Before my life was born
Popped a new language
Out of my lips –
Investigating feminine injustices
While policing the landmarks
Of rape and sexual abuses.
These have chopped the engines
Of societies while rendering
The future bleak and unfaithful.
Unhealthy lust bark at innocence
Like wolves all day and all night,
And bite the virginity of dainties.
With wellingtons, fertile grounds
Are cracked, some, beyond recovery
Though in the presence of constitutions.
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