It might not have been like that,
An escape from Egypt.
But I wanted to go.
A shoulder to lean on.
A dry river to well with my tears,
My home like Sobibor
What I thought, my fortress.
Another Sodom and Gomorrah.
Innocent as I was,
I naively ran into your arms.
Because for you,
Love you exuded,
A shoulder to lean on,
An ear to listen to my teenage drama.
That my Mama never talked about.
But I was wrong.
He tore into my flesh,
I struggled for my dignity,
He pushed and pushed,
As he broke into a sweat.
He tore into my flesh.
My innocence he took away,
My dignity I still cry for it,
My dreams,
Like a whirlwind.
He took away with his bestiality,
Then he left me for dead,
After taking my dignity, virginity and dreams,
And the headlines read.
“Girl raped and left for dead.”
But then ,
A seed of his madness, he had sowed,
I cried for my future and for my fatherless baby.
And when I look at her.
It still reminds me of that fateful evening.
But sometimes…..
And as lovely as society is.
All fingers of blame were pointed at me,
He vanished without a trace,
No. Society spent a lot of time blaming me,
That they just let him escape.,
Even the long arms of law.
I hope it haunts you wherever you are,
I hope that when you look at your daughters,
You feel that insecurity!
