I am a victim of multiple rapes
By youths and spring chickens hoarding grapes
They drill me deep in the streets for long lengths
Way before I got to age of consent
Now I am used to the egg on my face
Hence I never do run when I am chased
They shag my matrix and bruised my knees
Reopening the sores that tried to heal;
I am a victim of multiple rapes
By the dirty piggies that call my name
Don’t go to the zoo in search of them
Don’t go to the bush in search of them
Don’t go looking for flat snouts, small eyes
And large ears, within us they all reside
Appearing often on televisions
Looking at the world, without a vision.
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