Poem By Deborah Danso
I am sixteen in love with a man
Old enough to be my father
Is this love or a great disaster?
Expects to be treated like a headmaster
The day we met was no regret
But it's something I like to forget
I was treated so affectionately back then
Is this the actions of all men?
Was it all lies, to blind my eyes?
Hiding the real person, which I despise
Enslaved me behind closed doors
He behaved with no passion, always ended up cleaning the floors
He's a lazy languor, boring me to death,
He annoys me with his breath
With his rules and regulation
Why did I find him out of the whole population?
I'm treated like I'm supposed to be his mother
Isolated and alone, the only one he could smother
Family and friends, he closes the door to
Even my grandmother sue
I want to be with my own age group and mingle
Now I just want to be free and single
Is he your dad, they always say
No, he is a friend, my guilt, I hate to pretend
My eyes twitch because of my dirty little lies
He cry's when I say I'm going to leave
He behaves like you wouldn't believe.