I was just a girl (Must Read!)

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    By MiCi

    Last week, I was just a girl
    Under the sun
    with a tray and fruits on my head
    Tattered clothes and unkempt hair
    Seeking survival on busy roads
    Yesterday, I became a victim
    Of an abuse called rape!
    Molested by the one they call a paedophile
    Invited by deception, to sell my fruits
    Pounced upon and taken unripe
    My tray was half filled
    With fresh and ripe oranges
    But the juice of my seeds
    Yet to germinate
    Was what he wanted
    To quench his thirst
    My tears could flood a town
    But all she demanded
    Was her money,
    A lost tray is no big deal
    And no story was to be heard
    I bled
    But she didn't 't stop beating
    Amidst tears and terror
    I told her my story
    "We must keep this a secret" she said
    "You are a just a disgrace"
    I have taken a shower
    But hell is let loose between my legs
    My head is pounding
    My eyes can't close
    Sleep travelled last night
    And still hasn't returned
    Bad breath, a ugly set of teeth
    And a birthmark on the face
    Is all I remember
    But I am never to mention
    Today, my life changes
    I shall share a bed with a stranger
    Who by then would be my husband
    When hands have been greased
    with crispy naira notes
    Why should I cry?
    He has agreed
    To father the seed
    Sown inside of me forcefully
    In nine months time.
    I'll never forget!
    But being dumb
    Is not the only way

    To be voiceless
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  • Oyin Young: Tuesday, 14 February 2017 at 09:05:00
  • Label(s): MiCi , Poems
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