With Val en Tina
The story was told of a gem,
A little girl, when she was five and ten.
Her name was Diamond
She tasted the other side of fate and more.
With faith she was beautiful,
But fate had for her stuff that were paler than blue.
Now she’s all grown up,
Glittering in radiant sparkling spectrums;
Her smile’s an overwhelming one,
A cover for the scars that wouldn’t leave her memory for once.
She sent me a letter,
Which I read o’er and o’er,
Lyrically portraying the failure of many guardians and parents
But I’m more in love with the order of her poetry.
Here’s what the letter read:
Dear Friend, for so she started.
It started with dim lights;
Black was the code.
It traveled into the night,
“Yet relax”, I was told.
It started with a lullaby;
But abuse was the song.
It continued with moan-like sighs,
And teasing with the tongue.
“Do as you’re told,” I heard
“Obey your elders,” I remembered
I was told to hold,
And not forget to stroke
What was long like a rope
While he ripped my robe.
I was told not to scream
For the masquerade will come;
I remained still not to be seen
Even after his second cum.
It was pain,
And yes it happened again;
I was the sex tool,
And he – Uncle.
Here she gave a break,
Hid some details,
Left me at suspense,
And wrote the following as next:
This time it wasn’t pain
For I wasn’t sane.
His hands were coals
Ripping off layers of my battered flesh.
His kisses extracted the oxygen in my lungs,
His fingers left a trail of hate on my body,
And more than anything else
I wanted to not see my body.
All it took me was to learn a skill;
To idolise my body in mortality.
All I needed was to learn to master a craft;
To awaken my body in brutality.
The blade was my brush,
And my body – the canvas;
Red fluid poured in a rush
Till on the floor, they met my carcass.
Within her thighs her uncle had seen a gold mine,
And her parents were too concerned with the phenomenon
Than they were of her protection.
She still holds on to faith.