I was blind at the sight of light
At a wink, pleasure won over integrity and sanity
It breaks me every time; Memories of that dark night
Just then, I felt these chilled winds
I couldn’t find my voice as much as I tried
Slowly, it faded away until it sunk.
It wasn’t money he wanted when he was in ‘need’
He pulled the dagger; Just then, I felt naked
My life tore apart when those clothes were ripped to pieces
And he got his token while I lay broken.
“Are you okay?” If I could speak those words so he takes what was left; My life.
What is there after here when my fate would be faulted
It has always been my mistake; for what I wear, and how I walk
How can I blame you when he held my mouth in the act so I don’t have a voice in the council?
That night he walked away and I crawled home in pain petrifying my freedom.
News of me allowed cash out for the days it made the headlines.
Walls are not enough to protect us when laws could not
Stop justifying rape in any form it may take
We don’t want to “get over it”
End it now!
This poem was published in the January 2022 Edition of the WSA Magazine
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This post was truly worthwhile to read. I wanted to say thank you for the key points you have pointed out as they are enlightening.
This is a master voice for women going to such trauma. Thank you and well done!