Tell her she can come out
Into the limelight from trauma’s prison
Convince her that it is safe
Promise her no one will shout
No one will ask for a reason
Prove to her this is no gaffe
Encourage her that there’s a future
That she can pick lilies and daisies
Plus play hide and seek
To be sought by the right seeker
For the bastard is gone;
Gone to never ever return
Gone to where judgment has no mercy
The mercy she so needed,
From that late bastard when he defiled her

David Munene wa Kimberly

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