RAPE

On a certain day, beautiful and bright I went about my duty as usual Little did I know the day would change my life And that I'll experience something brutal Mama loaded the oranges Our daily source of income She had no money, she got no wages Except for the little that I bring home I started my daily hustle Trekking from place to place Not to draw attention, I was always careful Selling my goods with a happy face The sunny bright day was losing its shine The clouds gathered, ready to wet the earth I needed to get shelter, I needed to do so in time To avoid the apparent rain from getting me wet I sighted a building, one that was far from completion I told myself it would be a place to rest I had no clue it would be the spot of my oppression As the rain started pouring, there to I went. Taking down my goods I sat on a block and faced the street Watching people run into the hood To escape the cold and get into the heat. Still sitting I imagined beautiful scenes about life I knew I had to work hard and pray And that getting there Would be a matter of time. The breeze blowing from the rain was heavy It got me freezing I didn't know for a fact That we had entered the rainy season I felt the need to ease myself I looked round to get an ideal spot To protect myself as a grown girl I went behind the building to ease up. I finished urinating and stood by the window But suddenly, I felt a gloomy presence Silent steps I heard, with devilish intent I could see at my side a towering shadow Before I could run, one hand choked me The other hand covered my mouth I bit him and he slapped me. He dragged me harshly Forcefully to a dark smelly corner My leg was hurting, I couldn't breathe He kept hitting hard my stomach The beautiful world I imagined Now in my head was crumbling How could I be treated so wickedly I had no strength, to breathe I was struggling. I couldn't see his face but his stench was terrible The devil would be better in his place Even as both of them are horrible. As he tore off my skirt, I tried to fight, tried to kick, tried to bite He hit with me with a block On my head came crashing down the pieces I felt my head bleeding I lost all my strength, the blood kept flowing, not ceasing. I lay on the ground helplessly, I felt sharp pains through the hole It was as if knives were stabbing me Piercing me straight down to my soul Could this be a man? Or was this an animal? Did God draft for me this plan? My questions unanswered, my thoughts turned suicidal He had this satisfaction At the expense of my defloration He was powered by his gin And in the end, he shattered my dreams. What will I tell mama? How will I narrate my ordeal? Oh! I know not a better hunter than Karma Who goes after its prey with delightful zeal. I leave all to God Who sees all and knows all In Him I put my trust His words to me are more than enough! #Saynotorape #justiceforthevictims