Member Poem

I do not want to date the guy in our neighbourhood
For my mother would weary me by her stern looks
If she sees me with him or catches a glimpse of us together
But the persona he portrays in spite of his tribe
Has drawn my heart into a love drive.
In my father's house, love is a battle that leaves a girl trodden.
My elder sister was fourteen when she was broken,
When she became a victim of punctured dreams-
Of things that broke her into a shards of shame
And left a traceable scar on her memories for years.
She wakes up every morning to our neighbours' jeers
Of her dark days and withered moments.
They reminded mother of her tainted garment.
But there is a tender feeling like a candle that lights my eyes
Each time I take a fancy of the guy in my heart
And if you hear tomorrow that I have gone with him
Into a small room that longs for a lover's body,
Know that it's not my fault but of things that stir my heart to love.