Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts

Saturday, November 11, 2017

BROKEN PRIDE II




I write away my pain in an unfaded ink
That my tears would fall enough for me to swim in
Here in this unfriendly cold and lonely darkness
I bear this stinted memory

I ache in this perennial pain and tears
I scream but no one seem to hear me
I bleed but no one sees my unclothed wound
Cos I wore roses to cover up the thorns

Beneath; my soul tremors with fear
desperate for these nightmare to go
And this scar to fade away
But it won't cos I've been torn apart

My sacred temple corrupted by an unholy worshipper
I have been robbed of my pride by a stranger
He stole my innocence
and took away my dignity

I'm nothing more than I am
And less than the beauty you see
My emotions feels like ice and I am frozen by fear
Even though I could stream a thousand tears
His unholy scent remains undouced

Every time it numbed my mind
Every time it burst my guts
Every time his ghost raves my thought
I gulp down few shots of scotch
To numb myself even the more

If you could look into my eyes
You will see i'm consumed by pain
Can anyone hear me?
Can you hear my desperate call?
Can someone rescue me from these prison walls?

I need to know what it is to breathe
Someone please find me
For my soul lies vacant and fragile
Please hold my frail heart with love
For I am a woman with a broken pride.

(c) STANLEY OGUH

Thursday, November 9, 2017

BROKEN PRIDE




I'm nothing more than I am
And less than the beauty you see
I've been robbed of my pride
My honey pot is broken
By the rod of a stranger

Someone help me for i'm a broken clay pot
my wrapper has fallen in the market square
Help me for I do not know where to run to
My world is collapsed in the day light
It's wall is crumbled before my very own eyes

Someone please tell my mother that
My beads have fallen into pieces
The waist beads which stand for dignity
Have been taken from me
And never will be returned

Someone please tell my father that
My breast have been drained of it sweetness
Both have been doused by corrupt lips
And would never produce holy milk
For melons of vinegar is all I have left

Someone please tell my husband to-be
I'm nothing more than I am
And less than the beauty he seeks
Beneath that white veil
Is a shredded beauty

Which glitters with broken smile
Not more than a sear rose
Covered with broken thorns as beauty
Please take me and hold my frail heart with love
For I am a woman with a broken pride.

(c) STANLEY OGUH

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