We now live in a society (Liberia, precisely) where justice is being compromised, and because of this we have become vulnerable to all sorts of attacks. They say, “She enticed the guy by exposing her breast, her legs, her curves; she was exposed, so he lost self control and raped her.” How about the infant?…
“If we will have a balance of gender and a reduction in the continuous occurrence of violence against women and girls, society will have to balance off their so called feminist perspective.”
I stopped screaming for him to stop after the first 5 minutes and became completely numb when I felt liquid rolling down my legs and just knew it was my child. I survived but my baby didn’t.
She was broken. Her dreams and hopes in life were scattered, and all she ever aspired to was to be happy. A once loving soul was covered with the bitterness of scars. She tried to hide the pain, but everyone saw it. She lived a life of pretense, hoping that just one day, maybe everything…
But deep-rooted in all of these sad events, is the fact Bucky Raw deserves absolutely no sympathy for abusing his daughter’s mother. Domestic violence is a criminal offense and it should not be taken lightly simply because the perpetrator is a celebrity. People should not pass off domestic violence as a ‘mistake’ in order to avoid conversations surrounding the nature of the rapper’s choice.
He took away fragments of her soul with every plunge.
She spoke up, but no one ever tried to listen.
Moment after moment of no one lending an ear to her plea, it continued on and on;
So… she just gave up on mentioning it.
Drowning in the toxicity of different emotions,
Overshadowed by what was perceived to be love,
I screamed for help, but no one could hear me;
Not even the esteem of self.