I won't tell mother!
How you'd crawl out of bed to my room at night just to tickle my vagina with your fingers...
How you'd whisper to my ears how sweet and innocent I look and how you like me so...
I won't tell mother!
You've exploited my childishness saying "I love you," the sweet savor words I've heard you tell mother a thousand times that melts her heart and makes her smile...
It will kill her to know every time she left me with you, you didn't babysit but sex drive me...
I won't tell mother!
How I bled so hard the first time you drove your rod into me, the one you said was used to divide the red sea into two.
A lesson I later learnt in Sunday school.
I won't tell mother!
Her mi'lagra is now a curse for what mother could be blamed for losing her child?!
You made me swear on ''Esékpà never to whisper a word to a living soul!
I won't tell mother that my childhood has been stolen by the clever man who makes wrong but looks right.
That I can't be who I am and speak of the life I have lived...
I won't tell mother that life has never been the same since papa died..
It will break her to know I can't be the woman who would be a bit of an enigma!
Don't tell her I now enjoy every part of it and can't live with it...
I won't have a claim in the beautiful future she has always fantasized about...
Tell her I love her but can't live with what I've done, what I have become!
Tell her to forgive me!
Tell mother that I am deeply sorry and I've failed her!
Tell her I've fallen in love with her lover and I've gone to join papa!



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