I didn’t bargain for this misfortune
Better plans were prepared for my future
Morals and values governed my life
Yet I’m blame for this
Knowing my vulnerability,
He forced me to the ground
Using all his ability,
He took my pride, leaving me bound
My skirt was lifted against my will
Without considering my feelings,
He entered a teenager
Now I’m ashamed of myself
Stretch arms are withheld from me
In need of courage, ridicule came
As if I purposed the disgrace,
Every finger is pointed at me
I can’t stand mentally reliving the scene
Of someone risking my future for their pleasure
Forcibly taking what is design for my pleasure
And society refuses to wipe my tears
Those that my shoes perfectly fit
And are glance at as a disgrace
Are usually injured and traumatized
Some end up losing their lives
Instead of chasing the perpetrator
They worsen matter by rejecting me
I thought we are battling injustice,
The victims are the ones blame for it
Authored by Emmanuel G. G. Yamba
Photo by Melanie Wasser on Unsplash
