Uncle Steve Poem by Thabitha Marakalala

Uncle Steve

Growing up they used to say I fear the dark
What they dint know is that my only fear was what came with the darkness
To me was a bundle of tears, pain and sadness

Just when the night says goodnight
Uncle Steve would crawl in to my sheets like a shadow of freight
He would coat me with his cold rough skin
Pain me till my lungs give in
He would cover my mouth
Till my tears screams in

like an abounded dirty doll He would flip me
like a body without a soul He would toss me
Minutes felt like hours
Shaking and confused He would put me in the showers
And when the morning comes He would buy mama red roses and purple flowers

Every night
When his all high and out of light
He would turn to my sight
Paint my room dark and cold
And leave me with nothing but my bleeding heart to hold

Trying so hard to be silence
Cause we will have no food on the table in his absence
his the one feeding my siblings hungry mouths
I had to bear this pain for 5 more months

Though it took away my smile
I had to swallow this secret for a lil while
Days went by..nights went by
And he returned again
Smelling like a hobbo from the sheeben
Uncle Steve will let himself in to my skin

He would breath as I pray to die
I could feel his heart beat
Making me fear my on sheets
He would smile at my pain
My soul would leave my body
And silently watch as he indulges on me like honey
Mama gave me to uncle Steve in exchange for money
My own mama sold me to the devil
And I have to spend the rest of my life trying to make sense of this evil
Where was God when an innocent soul crossed paths with the hell..

Tbt-M