You bereft me of my dignity
The day you stole my humanity
You plundered my maidenhead by rape
And scarred me in your rape camp
...
So what? Even if I gather all the cakes of life,
And I eat with golden plate, spoon and knife;
My ride on Unicorns wouldn't stop the clock,
Even if I share with non from my luck.
...
We are proud to be from Africa,
We are a tribe called Yoruba;
With distinct cultural essence
And peaceful coexistence.
...
I am the maker of my destiny
Through the plot of my journey
To be who I am meant to be
And it's only I who posses the key
...
Saga of pain lies in the act of the reaper
In making our heart sour and bitter
When a widow who mothers a single lad,
At night, shown her son buried in sand
...
Yahaya Qasim Oluwapelumi is a Nigerian poet, novelist and journalist. He graduated from the University of Benin, Nigeria. He has won many poetry awards of excellence and has got many of poems published on various sites. His Shakespearean style of writing is vast gaining recognition, that's why he is called the Archaic poet. He hails from the town of Iseyin, Oyo state, Nigeria.)
The Rape Scar
You bereft me of my dignity
The day you stole my humanity
You plundered my maidenhead by rape
And scarred me in your rape camp
You violated me over and over
While you shoved my leftover
My corpse felt as numb as a doll
But the heartache clings to my skull
To you, it's a momentary pleasure
To me, it's anguish beyond measure
It's a delirium that makes me scream
And a flash that makes me steam
Everyday, I mutedly thrive in trauma
For the killing phobia of stigma
It's a tale of woe I could not tell
It cracks my soul, until I yell
Your apology only makes me sick
I must gather courage to speak
The pang is an indelible scar
Rapist! You shall die behind bars
(May,2020)
The language, style and mood are uniquely combined to give the works a kinda beauty that comes with poetry. Well done, and i can't wait to see more of them. Bravo! !