A Letter To My Cousin
The world has viewed abuse
In the eyes of a gender
A woman pops out in the minds
Of people when such transgressions
Takes place, the pain that
Is experienced is so great
That even the trees listen
Race unite when pedophilia
Is at war with our girl-child
But when a boy show signs
of such practice the world
Turn a blind eye, acquit
Like a log has fit into their
Eye lids, most becomes colour
Blind to pain of a boy-child
Especially if an adult female
Is involved, since no blood-stains
Will be left on his fragile penis
Only the smell of saliva from
Her head...
In the eyes of a gender
A woman pops out in the minds
Of people when such transgressions
Takes place, the pain that
Is experienced is so great
That even the trees listen
Race unite when pedophilia
Is at war with our girl-child
But when a boy show signs
of such practice the world
Turn a blind eye, acquit
Like a log has fit into their
Eye lids, most becomes colour
Blind to pain of a boy-child
Especially if an adult female
Is involved, since no blood-stains
Will be left on his fragile penis
Only the smell of saliva from
Her head...