The Ordeal - Poem by clifford mate
How I wish I was told,
How I wish I was old,
Then I would have been bold,
Bold enough to fight back,
Strong enough to chop his part.
I was only a child,
When he came into my room,
Pulled me out of bed,
His eyes were red,
His hands were rough,
His breath stinked like garbage pit,
I even wondered how does mummy cope up.
He tore my cloths of,
Odering me to lie down,
I tried to resist but he was too strong,
He parted my legs,
I felt great pain when he forced himself in,
My cries motivated him,
My pain was his joy,
Fighting back I tried.
A man who is supposed to be my father,
A man who I respected,
Turned into a monster that day,
I wish I was older,
I wish I was stronger,
I would have killed him that day.
I woke up in a hospital bed,
The pain from my vagina made me wish I was
But I am strong,
I am stronger than he thinks,
I will get justice I thought.
My cries felt on deaf ears of a judge,
His corrupt mind saw me as a minor,
Defiled by a senior,
Yet leting him out back to society,
Berceuse he paid money,
Mummy said he will be hanged,
But I am still afraid of him.
Are all men like him?
Will I enjoy being an adult?
Will this pain in my heart go away?
Will I talk to men the way I used to?
Am I fit to be a mum in future?
God help me find answers to my questions,
Help me to try and forget that ordeal.
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