Don't blame me yet
Listen to me first
I can't count how many times I had it
But am not proud about it
I was young and naive
Inexperienced and faint
My mum couldn't tell me about sex
My dad said it was my mum's task
Until I did the unimaginable
Now everyone sees me as abominable
No one cared about me
Damm my parents for being a religious maid
When I first Saw my period
Aunty chika my class teacher,
Told me to stay away from boys
I was confused and puzzled
I told mum about it
She just taught me how to clean up
I was enraged because I was expecting more
She just took her Bible and went to church.
I became lost and wounded
I needed someone to talk to but I found none.
I finally told bola my girlfriend
She congratulated me and said I could have a boyfriend.
You can't blame me for listening to her
Because she was the one that listens
She taught me about my cycle
She took away my burdens to tackle
She introduced me to her male friends
I was shocked at their friendliness
She told me Mike loves me
I accepted him
I really want to feel among.
I often sneak out to meet him
My parents believe me and no suspect me
I always feels fire in my body
Anytime mike hugs my body
I told bola about it
She said I should do it
Every big girl does it.
I was nervous but yet I did it
I was happy yet disappointed
Sex is sweet but I regretted it
Until I got pregnant and had to abort it.
I became wild
Because I was untamed
But now I regret it
I don't know who to blame
But sex isn't what people think it is
It is conscience draining.
Dear parents
Guardian
Big sis
Big bro
Aunt
Uncle
And elderly ones.
Tell us about sex
Tell us when we are yet innocent
Not when we are already crucified.
Written by ©blessing Oyikowo Freedom
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