Posted by Fiora Eze on
Silent words they say make a thousand statements
She waited for her moment of silence but her pains screamed
Sighs and tears made more meaning than the echoes of laughter
Relieved by her weakness where her strength failed
She gazed in the eyes of the moon and saw her equal
Surrounded by stars but filled with loneliness
Holes of despair, hatred and anguish
Revenge may be vain and meaningless
But trust when I say its worth a try
The cries of a virgin and the cries of a whore
Are both from the gender that are of course the same
But apparent the former tames more
Beautiful and elegant, a maiden was she
Polite with words polished as snow
Wolf in sheep’s clothing who approached with spite
Asking a chance from she who said ‘no’
The sun was up and another day had begun
Young mister came around for the lady in blue
She hissed and waved goodbye to mister
Whose crafty intentions of course she knew
He begged and begged and her heart went warm
She opened her arms to a stranger in friendship
They went to her home and she made a meal
Gay was she for her new found relationship
But things went sour when the young mister played
He grabbed her arm while she complained in pain
Kissed her with force but she pushed him away
Beating her up while blood spilled like rain
Her clothes were torn and so was her heart
On her he pounced as he zapped into her body
She yelled for help but the response was numb
She bled and bled yet nobody
Turned up with just a simple assistance
He stood up with shame when he realised
She was a tree with ripe fruits intact
He walked with arrogance to the door then glanced
Whispered these words to the maiden in pain,
‘‘I’m sorry, it wont happen again’’.
Based on true life trauma of women all over the world.