The gate is locked,
            but he tried his luck,
            The key so big,
            The gate so small,
            But by simple law of force,
            The gate gave way,
            With its pillars ,
            And all that held it firm.


The pain was excruciating,
My strength depreciating,
While my “grandfather” thrusts,
Laughing as I cried,
Panting as I gasped.
And when he was done he left.
Leaving me with tears, sorrow and blood.
Tears in my eyes, tear in my vagina.
And deep in my soul, I die.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The reality of underage marriage as practiced by some cultures.

View makezela's Full Portfolio
palewingedpoetess's picture

So very sad yet so very true while so very wrong as well.......

Thank you for touching upon this horrible truth and bringing it out into the light. Shame is best shamed when pulled out of the darkness and dragged into the judgment of that very same light. It is only when wise, courageous men such as yourself cast such shame out into the light that change gradually comes over a community to stop such cruel theft of innocense

from being repeatedly perpetuated. I've so enjoyed reading your work. I do hope you will share more of it and more often. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.

Makezela's picture

Thanks for ur comment

Thank you for your comment on my poem. I appreciate you.