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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At only 9 years old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At only 9 years old</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At age you see your father as a hero<br>Reads you bedtimes stories and sings lullaby even in your dreams<br>Your night and shinning amour of a fortress in which you sleep<br>A friend when you have your mind to speak<br>But at nine years old, you learn life is cold<br>He is your pimp so as to feed his alcoholic need<br>When you are born your soul is of renaissance<br>But how abusive he is, it took no rocket science<br>A mother who was suppose to have a heart of paradise<br>And yet she stood aside as you where raped and vandalized<br>At only nine years old you tiny flesh ripped apart and sold<br>Filled with dirt and dressed with mold</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By your own father you learnt how to hate a man<br>By your own mother you never really had a friend<br>As day in day out elderly man had a feast upon you breasts<br>With tears in your eyes you felt his thrust and heavy bosoms upon you chest<br>Only for a couple of rands, like rent to be met for his appetite<br>At only nine years you saw your hole life deteriorate<br>The school you learnt was that of life<br>Education syllabus was how to survive<br>They sat in the living like nothing had happened<br>And when one was done another would approach like a pattern in segment<br>Did they not father their own children? <br>Or was the greed of lust more devilish then satan</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That these molesters and rappers confined to without remorse<br>And a mother and father who perceived you as their biggest resource<br>At age nine the real reason you lived was because you where afraid to die<br>But the real you was dead keeping you alive<br>I cry the tears you cry even if I not know you<br>Having your own father rape you because your mother allows him to<br>She says that’s the way of learning life<br>Maybe in her death she will realize you are just a child<br>Locked in your room butler windows for now escape<br>And yet everyday you prayed and still had faith<br>At age nine you never had a doll to play<br>Reality had forced you to a sex slave<br>How can a father upon his own child prey? <br>How can a father upon his own child prey? <br>How can a father upon his own child prey?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kgagamatso+Chimelwane">Kgagamatso Chimelwane</a><div class=q>
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At age you see your father as a hero
Reads you bedtimes stories and sings lullaby even in your dreams
Your night and shinning amour of a fortress in which you sleep
A friend when you have your mind to speak
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