Broken - Poem by Uche Nwanze
Bruised, tortured and broken.
She is the face of pain.
Only to be seen and not heard.
Her voice hoarse from nights of wailing.
Hungry, battered and depressed.
She is the face of melancholy.
Like a ship wreak, she sinks in depression.
Wounded, oppressed and torn.
She is the face of anguish.
She is pushed to the walls of relegation.
Scorned, silenced and denied.
She is the face of victimization.
She is hung to dry in the scorching sun.
Forgotten, haunted and taunted.
She is the face of oblivion.
She is like bones thrown to the dogs.
Violated, ostracised and deprived.
She is the face of marginalization.
She is prey for the scavengers who crave for her flesh.
Rejected, deserted and maligned.
She is the face of helplessness.
Like a book left on the shelve covered with dust.
Perturbed, humiliated and displaced.
She is the face of despair.
She has become an object of ridicule.
Laughter has disappeared from her eyes.
Slaughtered, neglected and scattered.
She is the face of torture.
Sorrow and tears her companion.
Misunderstood, victimized and detested.
She is the face of bitterness.
The glow in her eyes extinguished.
Despised, segregated and castigated.
She is the face of solitude.
No ears to hear her cry. Eyes blind to see her pain.
Defenceless, hoaxed and traumatized.
She is the face of fear.
She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Vilified, vanquished and dehumanized.
She is the face of intimidation.
Her mouth gagged, mum's the word.
She dare not open her mouth.
Shattered, devoured and sacrificed.
She is the face of rejection.
She has been left in the cold.
Who will ease her pain.
When will her travails be over.
Will it ever end?
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