A Story of A dying continent

​There was once a young girl who lived with her uncle

Her uncle was terrifying in all ways you can imagine

He had a lot of friends all as horrid as him 

When the girl was young she was safe 

You could see she was beautiful but she was only but a child
When puberty hit her 

She gained lush breasts 

And her hips curved 

Her smile was brighter 

She was a woman 

Finally capable of bearing fruits 
Her uncle noticed this change and he liked it 

He wanted it 

His friends saw it to and they couldn’t wait to have her 

They did have her 

They all divided her and sucked out the joy of adolescence

They left her a skeleton a shadow of once was there 

They body she used to flaunt she now hides in shame 
They give her names such as dirty and incompetent

Her uncle and his friends left scars on her body and in her soul

Still fresh to this day 

And a broken leg 

She limps 

She limps to her freedom 

She limps to try and reach out to that joy she once knew 

But its all gone 

She is left broken 

Her name is Africa 

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zaneye

Im an ordinary girl in a not to ordinary world using the world as my platform to discovery. Discovering me. This is my journey to me. 17 years old living in Durban South Africa