I was pure; I was a virgin!No finger of a man had felt my body.All men venerated me.I was the cradle of self-esteem for my society.Then along came a wolf in sheep’s skin,And defiled my sanctity with the callousness of a devil.Took away my treasure and never looked back.Never bothered to patch up the wounds and bruises.It was mission accomplished, no need for damage control.You saw no reason for social responsibility.As long as my priceless jewel was, but sparkling in your hand.You robbed me and my kinsmenYou left us all empty-handed.I was their only hope out of Egypt to Canaan.I was, but their sacred oasis in a desert.I was, but the pristine plains of Chiyadzwa diamond fields.I was, but mucheka wakasungabeta, the mountain range of gold.I was but, their everything!Yet today;I am, but the worst whore ever, who betrayed their trust.I am, but the dumpsite which reeks with stinking fetid
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