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  • I was an eighteen year old, chaste,
    taught by my culture to marry, pure
    I prayed to be a good wife and
    cherish a happy home.

    My friend asked me to keep
    a man away from her who
    she knew would drag her back
    to a pattern of her life before.

    Marion is busy this evening
    Just chat with me for a while
    then to take a different path
    is best for you.

    I looked at my watch.
    After chatting politely
    To this guy who had been
    banished from our programme.

    Ok, goodbye, be careful
    on your trip home.
    I’m sorry Marion did not
    Want to see you,
    you must go alone.

    Returning to my room
    I did not lock my door
    our community felt trust.
    I fell asleep quickly in my
    cosy nest, happy that I had
    helped a friend,
    Tired from working in the vineyard.

    I was wrestled from my dreams
    by this man.
    Now It was time for me.
    Get off, get off I cried.

    A strong rough hand smacked
    down on my face.
    I f you cry out I will let your
    Friends see your disgrace.

    Broken I screamed at him to go.
    Get out of my hut you woman
    wrecker. He ran away and
    I sat huddled, face to the wall.
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