THE SEASON OF THE DAMNED! (what are we doing to our daughters?)

I watched her at the bus station
white blouse swelling
before the impatient push
of breasts eager to be free
tight orange billlowing provocatively
under the silken caresses
of the strong season breeze
eyes flashing with life
i watched
swallowed hard
but went on my way
for she was just but a secondary scholl student


I would have forgotten her
but i saw her again that night
glowing in the soft light of my favouurite bar
six inches taller
tigth trousers clinging possesively
to the youthful thrust of her buttocks
before dropping to mask the raised heels
i wouldn`t have recognised her
but for those eyes
so provocatively thirsty
with a pang of jealousy
i glanced at her partner
and choked into my glass
my boss!!

Trousrers fraying dangerously
before the onslaught of his swollen belly
sweat dripping from his double chin
mouth twisted in grimace
of a drunken desire
the shocking contrast was too great
i faded into the shadows
and sorrowing my way

then yesterday
i saw her again at the bus stop
dress hanging loosely
from her broken body
stomach swelling grotesque
and those beautiful eyes
lifeless now
gazing unseeing
in a dumb protest of whwt the world has done to her
oh,what are we doing to our sisters and daughters?!!


*i laud one richard mabala.he`s such an inspiration.