LONELY BATTLES
She was sliced and left to bleed,
Her blood painted scars she can’t erase.
Her dreams were held up and left to shatter on her face.
The silence of the night stole her worth,
And escorted her to a play date with sadness.
On that dark, lonely night,
Stuck on the swing between wishes and dreams,
He creeped into her head and jinxed her thoughts.
Charged her of daylight robbery of his sights
And murder of his sanity.
See, before she could utter her word of defense,
Power ruled in his favour,
And so he forced his way into her kingdom.
Knocked down her walls,
And stole her crown.
Tattooed himself inside her womanhood,
And spilled her innocence.
She felt wasted and betrayed,
Cheated and abused.
She felt dirty……used…..broken.
Her hopes came crumbling down on her spirit.
Her pain fueled,
Thoughts stifled,
She’s heard stories of those before her,
She’s heard it all before,
Only this time, she was forced on the ride.
She has been told folktales about her mothers
Mothers who were forced to act out roles they never auditioned for,
Lured into playing victims.
She has heard of her sisters, too
Sisters who were chewed and spat out a zillion times
On whom the weapon of mass reproduction has been tested on,
She has heard these scripted lines before,
She has lived it.
Now she fears for her descendants.
Children who will be told these same folktales.
The ones who will hide behind curtains,
In fear of the torment the night brings forth.
The ones who will live through these same episodes,
But live to hide their truth in every season.
The ones who will blame her and those before her:
For not speaking up,
For accepting to wallow pain,
For being emotional basins
For hiding their truth,
For giving the creep an escape route.
She has developed hate:
For those who will script these lines and force their sisters to breathe life through them,
Experiment on their sisters and make them fear the night.
Those who will be called trash.
She has heard it before,
Lived it all.
Walked on the prints of her ancestors,
And now she presents her trace,
Her story.
SOURCE: https://thebodyisnotanapology.com/magazine/we-are-a-part-of-a-rapist-nation/
#fact.. The culture of silence should be broken and we should have our stance and fight for us and what’s right
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True that. Is time we speak of the things that affect us and how they affect us. Thanks blacka
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He is wicked……nice piece dear
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Lol thanks a lot buddy.
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Lady, you are powerful!
I love the piece!!!! 😘
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Thanks a lot buddy. Appreciate the soothing words.
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Sweetheart, can’t be better said. You reechoed the suffering and pain women feel in the most realistic way. Keep writing ndanan nga
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Thanks a lot big man. Hope you come back.
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Eye-openning one we all should learn from…
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Thanks a lot. We sure should learn.
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Keep writing dear yu are really great…Looking forward to read more of your poets…
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Thank you so much. Please always come back.
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My favourite so far!!
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Awwwww dear thanks a lot. Go ahead and own it. You’ve an amazing pillar from the start, thanks a lot for always coming back.
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Great piece my dear.. I’ll come learn some of the hidden techniques..
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Lol feel free brother. Thanks
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Soul stirring piece… Brilliant pen-(wo)manship… Keep writing
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Thank you so much big man.
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Bebe bravo once again#so pure
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