Best Poem of Yande Phiri

Stolen Innocence
Your skin on top of my baby soft innocence
Your evil eyes my tender dress you caress
Breathing hard as you dug down deep
I scream and yell still harder you keep.
The tracks on my face you wipe with a smile
Yet you hold me close I feel loved for a while.
Then that look comes back and you tighten your embrace
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December Rain
She's cried herself to sleep again
Her own December rain
Her unsure self upon her face
The evidence of pain
A subtle aching glow
She hides; she'll never show
A silent little angel
You'll try but never know.
A heart so soft and torn
Her skin she's never worn
She's hidden it away
It's . . .
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