The Blemish Of A Beasty Bite Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

The wounds never heal
They bleed still
Not from my thighs
From my shattered heart
The blood still stream

I became an Adult
Before Adulthood
My childhood; snatched
For Motherhood
My ward, I groom
With an unseen groom

The scars and bruises
Aches me still
What else could have saved me
Since, No! Stop! Please! And Help!
All failed me.

Season less tears, I rain
I couldn't remember his name
A baritone voice called my name
I heeded and that changed my game

With a wrapped biscuit
He tossed my brain
Held my arms
And pafurated me
Through the meeting
Of my rangy thighs.

If nudity calls rape,
I was well clothed
If puberty,
I was far from it

I was only an helpless kid
To whom cookies in any hands
Means no harm
Maybe my naivety,
Not the rapist caused the rape.

•The Blemish Of A Beasty Bite•
©Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji
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