bodyright final edition

8/14/2019 BODYRIGHT Final Edition

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DUTY POST

When a molester is undeterredWhen the victims lip is sealed

When observers are unconcerned

When authorities are unperturbedWhat shall we do?

If all they say is wait

If potentials lives are deteriorating

If convicts have no lesson to learnIf remand homes cannot rebuild lives

What shall we do?

Now that sexual abuse is the root of major sicknesses

Now that 70% of prostitutes suffered child sexual abuseNow that 60% of runaways were sexually abused

Now that 80% HIV positive victims were victimsWhat shall we do?

Agitations fell on deaf ears

No redress, no plans for redress, no agenda

We shall continue the quest for answersThe questions would one day be answered

No stopping, no silence


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SEQUENCE

Writer, do not change my words, write in EnglishMarriage is an institution ordained by God, yes

It is holy solemnization, celebrated by men,

A union of soul and body of a coupleThat is what they say.

It is to be enjoyed, for procreation too

My marriage is the exact opposite

Several institutions, with a man and plenty womenUnholy and enforced by my parents

United by parents endured by daughters

My uninformed consent does not even count nor sought

I feel so awkward among them; makes me cry night and dayA dirty marriage where I wash dishes daily

Fear of contracting AIDS, the beginning of wisdom,Jealousy and rage I apply caution

My real mates learn Arithmetic and sex education

Present mates teach me sex copulation

My mates here, my grandmas playgroup thereTheir grandchildren are my mates at the civic centre

Do not belong here but left with an alternative

Learning how to please all, the best alternativeLiving to be an instrument of enjoyment for old manMy life, my potentials, my future all in a dowry basket,

Or was it exchanged for a head of cow?I was traded like a slave to papa

He was even present at my mothers christeningMy playground now is on the smelling mat

He digs into my cloth with hoe like nails.The question is ready or not, I am here.

Married to a man nearer to the grave than the altar

Wonder at the offence that sentenced me to this agony

I live my life by the dayPlan less, purposeless, reasonless, and futureless

His daily activities are my periodsA culture that severed me from my future,


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Relieving parents of their responsibilityCan I ever love my children?

To bring forth children when I am equally a childThey are brought forth in sadness and agony

To be trained by others, due to my incapability

I cannot differentiate between umbilical cord and radio cord

Et toi papa, et toi mamaYou released me to an unknown future

Very sure of my widowhood before adulthood

Abrupt end to my childhood stage

Enduring sex, enjoying weepingSecretly awaiting my vesico vagina fistula

Praying daily that night would not come

Dawn brings darkness into my soulSentenced to a life of perpetual ignorance

I can neither read nor write

Although I recognise my father in a picturePeeping, waiting for mate to put my thoughts in letters

I dictate inner feelings could not wait in Dictation class

Looking for a writer at my age to dictate my intents

A child should be a child all over the world.I was made to jump two steps at a time

You expose me to things I could not comprehendMy duties exchanged for parental responsibilitiesYour burden became mine to carry at this tender age.

I know there is a government,

Even if it is a management one

I have a sister now she is twelve years oldParents are running out of patience

Basket of dowry or head of cow

No breast, no menstruation, no developmental growthAll these and more will meet at the old papas houseTo be traded for a dowry without her consent

The boys belong to the state during the warTo be recruited against their wish, is it only during the war?


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Dont girls belong to the state?Management government, put age before marry

Coinage of agemarry is betterMother suffered this, I am in agony

It is my sisters turn, let it be agemarry.


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YOUR LIGHT MY DARKNESS

I bear this pain alone, the pain of deceptionThe secrecy is excruciating

To carry a cross that is heavy by perceptionThe story of my life is infuriating

You were present at my conceptionNow, waiting silently for my extinction

My honour gradually desecratedDue to your lack of self control

You openly profess to cherishBetween you and I, a poison to my soul

How can my honour be reprieved?

When you continue your secret desecration

I cry to sleep, I fear to wakeYour presence a piercing dagger to my heart

The small secret world, a solace to my war

Your utterances venom to my soulMother cannot see though very naive

Life is slipping out of the girls hands

Crude and deceptive relative

Sacrificing trust at the altar of urges

A pervert in translucent skinThe revelation about you in little meWill surely send a saint to sheol

And a transparent soul to recession

Endurance comes to a halt today

Listen to the little secret on airRead your acts in the dailies

You opened me up, I open up todayThe gate opened for you time to eat beans

End of impunity


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THE CONTRIBUTION

I was wailingNo one

Pacified me

When a victimRescue mission

Arrived late

During the war

Social workersRaped Me

As a refugeeMy body

Paid for meal

With rebels

My fleshPaid the price

When

I

Die

Do notDonate

A dollar

Donate

AGrave


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CHARACTERIZATION

There shall be a role callYour name inscribed on the innocent grave

Written in ashes on dead potentials resting placesCovered by the uncontrollable burning coal of lust

Your name shall not be written in goldFor you are perpetrators of evil deeds

You force a lad into a canal of lifeCompelled him to watch your mirror of indecency

Engagement in lustful exposureMasterminding kid porno and sexual expose

Your name is sprinkled in ashes

Fall in line on time

You who coerced an underageInappropriate brushing, unlawful caressing

Evil deeds done in darkness

All with unsuspecting lassesYou are sentenced to a chance of repentance

Your choice was eternal damnation

The secrecy of the acts

Recorded by invisible cameras

Relayed with unseen projectorsYour acts were transmitted liveBy the defender of the defenceless

Why the victims start while the acts end

For torturing a pure soul and conscience

Raping them in the presence of unsuspecting parentsHarvesting thorns and thistles

Offenders in uniform tagged defendersSecretly and threaten, destroying the defenceless

You have your rewards

Thus goes the first judgment

For defecating in the holy sanctuariesOpening fire on budding potentials

Splashing blood on emerging stars

You are turned to perpetual ashYour time up be prepared, first be unkitted


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The hypocritical aid workers

Spreading AIDS like wildfireExchanging contributed aids with rape

Clouds can no longer cover thy acts

You are already turned to ashes

The lass is weeping, the lad is sobbingContinuously you wallow in shows

Shows o hero, shows of power, show of shame

Exploration of energy on boneless creaturesStand for all viewers to record your face

The deed is open, the cloud is gone

Your mother is here present

Continue in her presence, nurture meets natureThe world is watching continue in your act

My lord awaits your demonstrationsYour prowess with acts of threats

Watched by that judge, viewed by the conscience

Your threats before the deeds

Your gifts at the vow for revelationAll placed at the majestys feet

As we unravel the unsavoury deedsThis is my lordships verdict

Every child shall flee at your appearanceYour death a colossal waste

Your living: a perpetual reminderHenceforth your conscience is withdrawn

For it shall continually work against your stands

And your peace of mind substituted with fearWhile your goal shall be to be upright

Your heart shall undergo continuous racing

Women shall escape like slippery okra from your handInnocence shall elude youTill you repent genuinely in sackcloth

Tearfully, genuinely in true convictionUndoubtedly in heavenly ashes: Court Arise!


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BECKON

Raped, battered and bitter

Feelings is of rejection and humiliation

They say it is ----------- disorderI feel dirty, used and spent

Nobody to turn to except me

There are choices for me

To live or to die, that is the questionTo die and not to relive those moments

Agonizing, traumatizing and killingLiving in my lonely and empty world

Nightmares the ruler of my new lifeThe rapist left a message

You demanded for it!I was sentenced before the judgment day

Why me? Why me? Why me?

Do I have the right to be me?

Do I have the right of choice?Can I choose who to or not to touch me?

Can I have a fair hearing?Who do I turn to?

Where did I go wrong?Who do I offend?

Who can I talk to?Where do I go from here?

Respond to the voice of my cry?

No answers to thousands of questions

Questions, questions begging for answersMy big secret is driving me crazy

My attacker is now a freemanA rapist let loose

How can you empathize with me?When all you do is ask questions again

How did he do it? Where did he do it?Reliving my nightmares in sentences

Or is it the open up and let me see?


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And you called out, my dear come

Neither your fault nor your makingShe stretched the hand of love

I grabbed it in pain but relief came

She pulled me out of the mud

Laying my head on her shoulderReceiving love,Solace and relief

A needed succour in time of agony

My proceeds of healing and cleansingA chance to live my life to the fullest

She says, this problem must not linger

Normal to feel ashamed and embarrassed

Now better to talk my way into my healingI got the power to move on

Life is a gift, I must never loose it.

Talking about it now is soothing to my soulThe idea refreshed my body now

The support catapulted me, I came out better

I felt trauma syndrome and move onBelieving that, yes life is a precious gift.


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NO ONE ELSE

Today I am in the room againMy daddy is doing it again

I begged again and againBut he showed me the gains

My mother is innocently knitting

My brothers in the dining

And I, am hittingHitting the bed

This is my story

An adult before being a girl

Raped and reaped by daddyMummy always engrossed in her knitting

Daddy says it is my duty

To ravage my little body

I must not reveal our little secretBecause the gods will kill me

Who will believe my story?

Father and daughter, who helps?

Sleepless nights and fearful days

And I call you my father!

I came to this world before my time

Who do I tell it was daddy?My friends say it is incest

I dare not say I am the victim

Everybody says it is an abomination

My daddy believes it is divinationI want to believe that it is my imagination

I will soon awake to the realization

I want to reveal my little secret

Will you believe me?Will you save me from my daddy?

I want to escape from my daddy


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Speak out little darling, help is near

Keep no such secretWe will follow you all the way

Your healing has come

Daddy in his daughter is a taboo

Come out of incest, God loves youThe apple of His eyes

Why will he then kill you?

Daddy needs the healing process

He is sick, keeping mute will kill himHelp yourself come out clean and refreshed

You are not alone

We are here with you

Help is not far awayStretch the hand, we are always near

We will grab you, you are not alone.


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MY TRAY

Mama sent us on hawking spreeNot knowing she is making us preyEverybody needs to pray

For we are now the game to play

We hawk vegetablesUncle called us that he is able

In obedience, trays placed on table

And he starts with his fables

Doggy doggy was watching a playInnocently we joined them in this place

Not knowing we are the target of this race

Our innocence is needed for a raise

Excitedly he handed two pounds to meA weeks hawking sales, given to me

Jumping happily into doggies arms

As it dugs into my time

Life is ruined, my time is spent

Few minutes the money is spentWhile I spend the rest of my days

In secrecy with uncles dog

My narration is strange and uglyBut this ordeal is not strange to us

We keep our deals to ourselvesWho will believe I lay with dogs

I am the victim and the only witnessHe is the rich and the perpetrator

Mama, the ignoramus and the spenderThe world a container that cannot contain our story


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EXPERIENCE

Standing by his car was the beginning of the journey

He was so charming and ready to please meHis words were captivating and endearing

The invitation not a surprise but mamas advice supersedesAs I walk away with his smiles plastered on my heart

Lonely, reading and thinking, his smiles left a markIs it a mirage? Is he real? But education is supreme

Focus on the road mama reiterates, but his wordsHis promises and his actions they contradict mamas words

Tread softly she said, but his words makes my heart race

Sick on my wooden bed, he came with smiles and sweets

Begging to allow the transference of sicknessMy incapacitation hurts his heart, what incomparable love

That a man should be ready to die for me Oh dear meTears blurred my vision as his words sank into my heart

The visit changed my perception about mamas ideasWhole and hearty, I accepted his invitation

Paying the visit was a first time secret from mamaTo the church was the farewell, in his shop I headed

Love was what I thought was on display, hand in hand.

A cup of water and a bottle of beer, the end of smiles

Beautiful smiles turned into slaps. Quick successionsThe floor was the next point of call, vision blurred

Twinkling of an eye my cloth tore my life turned

He had his way thrice to his inordinate satisfactions

No farewell as I gathered my tattered ragsWhere do I go from here, brought the reality of my action

The world spins as the flashbacks bring memoriesMama waiting expecting the grace from Reverend father FrancisThe grace has turned to grabs as she drags the clothing

Who did this to my daughter, tears roll like thunder?

My mouth was gum still murmuring inaudible soundsYou asked for it was her confirmation of his words

How come they speak the same language?


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Mama and the perpetrator, he was a fiend and mama?

Mama, why did I forget your ideas? Your archaic viewsNot all men are like fiend, but this is an eye opener

Silence is the friend of my fiend, a loop must break

Innocent girls are victims; my fiend will face the lawThe lawyers are novice, their questions are daggers.

Court, arise: what were you doing in fiends place?

How did you know you were raped? Substantiate

The evidence is rejected because the blood cannot be provedGoatees blood or fowls? Humiliation and counter humiliation

A mistake has been made, the process is simple they say.

Lack of substantial evidence sets fiend free

To a victim, the correct procedure: learn from meTo the police station, endure the interrogation

Obtain the report form, identify the recognized hospitalCheck in for medical examination, make a copy of report

To the police station again, submit the copy of report

Keep the original of the report, go home take care

Medication is compulsory, follow the doctors adviceVoluntary counselling is essential, do not forget

HIV testing is a must, perpetrators status is unknown.

Learn from me. Everyman is innocent except convictedMamas advice though archaic can save in time of troubleAnother mans wisdom saved the elders from being tagged mad

Fiend would meet his match if we all unite to fightThe right of women and children are rights too!


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THE END

Everyone says it is endemic, yet burrowing deep

An evil perpetrated by close allyPresently, it has taken a new leap

Transcending into a global issue generally

Today, yes the victim is my child

Tomorrow, it may be your wardIn togetherness we build a shield

To protect this dying world

The generations unborn at risk

Contemporaries lives are unhealthySurvivors potentials become brisk

Perpetrators swim in nations wealth

Victims are keeping muteAt your quarters, there is silence

Abusers are becoming brutes

Pretending, progressing in your presence

Charged and convicted yet living in luxuryOf what use is this prison?

Survivors future lived in penuryStill we cannot reason

Of what value again is a life lived in depression?What use is a life in agony?

Why not let us be in retrospection

Put a full stop to this irony

Come together, reason togetherLaw breakers, law makers, policy makers

Conclude on ways on how to give herYes! Give her the original plan from her creator

Appointed posts are opportunity to serveVictims lives are in jeopardy

You now have the chance to preservePosterity will confirm your paddy


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High time we stopped the silenceUnited we wage the war

Less evil reign in everyones conscience

And child sexual abuse becomes a cankerworm

Stop the silence, voice outThe child, the world, the future

All becoming healthy layouts

Our tomorrow becomes well structured

Stop your silence, make headwayPerpetrators are not ghosts

Victims make bridges and build highway

Lastly and happily we make the toast

Perpetrators thrive in silenceVictims connive with silence

Policy makers enjoy this silenceBut we all proclaim, stop the silence

Dedicated to Stop the Silence


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FORWARD MARCH

War against perpetrators all women and children say

Away with children molesters and to jail all hailThe united method with the whole populace the only way

The law is on our sides we all assemble and jointly prayThat all women and children are no longer preys

Listen to children and women who with one voice imploreThat the government of every country should deplore

And total combatant of words and action be employedTo fight against child pornography and unfold all ploy

To turn our children to untimely adult and sex toys

Singular efforts by interested individual avail much

Support from rulers and policy makers will upgrade suchAs there is little or nothing to get done if all wait and watch

The law enforcement can be the generalitys torchIf truly they are doing enough to support individuals much.

They are perpetrators, these same people we live with everydayJoint effort can eliminate and dissuade the behavioural ray

So that the perpetrator will be healed from his predator hayThe predator lives in the perpetrator, pushing him in disarray

His actions can be controlled if he realizes his days will be in jail

Freedom to perpetrators is freedom to aborted futures

Perpetrator thrive in silence because of victims fearVictimizations, stigmatization and mostly fear of fair hearing

All these and more jointly connive to destroy innocence

And the beauty this is also the end of our acts.


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TRAIN A CHILD

Chocolate is for children

They are for you, eat allOh Uncle! Are all these for me?

God bless you, I will show them to mummyOh no it is our little secret

It shows how I love and care

Yes mummy loves and cares tooI love my mummy too

And love is sharing Barney saysTherefore I love to share what I got

Your decision to share is harmful but

This secret friendship brings mouthful

Showing them to mummyWill eventually bring end to more goodies

Alright, I will not show herSit down and let us eat in love.

Look at this, oh mummy says it is bad

I must not see it or touch it.God created all good things

He created this, good God will not create bad thingOn no uncle I detest this

If that is your friendship and mouthfulI disagree, mummy says no to adults blind obedienceNo adult is absolutely right, this is decadence.

This is our little secret

Exposing our conversation means death.

No uncle, mummy says only God can killIf He does not allow it I will not die

You are a disappointment, I used to respect youA child has a right to be a child

All over the world it must be respectedMummy says these are bad: indecent exposure,Using children for pornography, incest

Sexual brushing, coercion, fondling and molestationI have been warned about your atrocity

Have all and thanks for you generosity.


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YOUR WORLD

Day before yesterday, it was a six month old was rapedYesterday, the turn of a two year old girlToday, the case of a four year old boy that was reaped

Tomorrow it might be the turn of my baby girl!

The way they happen in quick succession

The manner perpetrators enjoy the successThe outcome of our laws and its perception

Makes me wonder if we had settled for less

Your life is in your own handsEither believe it or leaveWhatever you do is imprinted on sand

We are free to choose how we live

Living a life bound to destroy others

A life lived to destroy potentialsEngaging in activities that flaw orders

And make inordinate acts essential

Why should I ask if it were you?

When you had molested your own bloodEqually silent while being molested even at youth

And would not come clean from the mud

How else do you want us to implore?

Who else do you want us to now employTo break this chain of this act we deplore

So that we can jointly destroy your ploy

Think carefully before taking the next step

Childrens obedience mistaken for acceptanceTheir trusts you deceitfully used as traps

But your deeds are forever in their remembrance

Life is better lived when head is clean and clear

Secrecy in those acts show the negativityBefore those acts think of God and future

Stop and imagine the outcome of the activity.


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GENERATIONAL

Todays children are queer I cannot imagine their ideas

In the olden days, it was much better, life was goodYou can trust your child to a neighbour or a friendNowadays the perpetrators are the familiar strangers

Jet age accompanied by strange innovations

Daily emergence of new vocabularies and criminality

What can we make of a father impregnating the daughter?Christen my son Reverend father: his father is abroad

No father, my daddy is lying, he fathered my son and I

Yes it is normal; your father is also the father of your sonThe difference is just that, he is now the sons grandfather

No Reverend daddy puts me in the family way.

Oh it reminds me of Noah and the daughters

Nothing is really new but the angle at which we watch,The words we coin for it and our acceptance

As it is in the West, so it is in the East

Noah lived when there were no other women

If the world is filled with more women than menWhat attractions kept my father glued to me?

In the presence of my never believing mother

He bite the budding breast in uncontrollable passion

Bed turned to hell on earth, unbearable yet incredibleIf he cannot have me no one else would!

My natural beauty, he turned to ashes

How can I connive with father and mother?

In deception that the father of my son is abroad

When he is standing shamefacedly beside meI have no heart, how can I forgive anyone of them?

To keep silent and rot in shame and guilt

Deceiving an innocent son that his father is abroadIn later years that his father died in the war or what

Let the world know today, my father is also my sons father


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WHO ARE YOU?

Some people call me child molester

Others prefer to refer to me as child abuserWhichever name you settled forAs long as the reference is made to me

I am the perpetrator, the destroyer of potentials.

My explanation: ignorantly you approved my action

Operationally, I thrive in secrecy and silenceInnocent children cooperate with this silence

Due to uninformed decisions and lack of illumination

These make your environment welcoming and warm

Abundant knowledge on where to thrive keeps me goingEspecially in that your too busy environment

Always engaged with no time to educate these children

Education is light your sage says, your little ones in darknessIgnorant is never an excuse for violating the laws of God

I love your home mademoiselle, so cosy and comforting

Where all your days are spent in the beauty salon

Little or no time for sex education to help the childrenAll you do is send them to uncle and aunts

Where they pick half baked information on crucial matters

What of your cute home, my ever busy office schedule darling?Where age-appropriate sex education is strange though essential

Car spare parts are explicitly explained, in no time the kids drive

Yet human body parts are shroud in secrecy, this drives me crazy!Strange names given to private parts make exploration easier

The African environment is well nourished for me to blossom

With ever blind obedience and unbelievable respect for adults

There I can easily confuse the little ones that rights are wrongNo child challenge wrong elder, age never come with wisdom

Their children rots in absolute secrecy and depression

I will not forget my United States America, the men and women

A place where the solution to all problem is on the internetI solicit the childrens cooperation through their internet

I used their net as the dragnet to penetrate into their homes


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To catch the young, vulnerable and healthy looking innocents

Some homes are cool and inviting, yet I thrive thereinBecause the childrens opinions are inconsequential

Which are neither sought, trusted nor believed

Even when these children voice their fear about meThe parents wave them off with back hands

I deceive the children that it is our own little game

Have you ever taught your children the types of games?

When all you have time for is meeting the deadline in the officeTime for works that must be submitted every morning

For salaries that would not be enough for family therapist soon

At the war zones come and watch my incomprehensible acts

I seek avenue for war veterans to remain adamant to reasonsPlight of the defenceless become of no consequence

As I ravage privacy of women, ladies and childrenMostly in the presence of their fathers and Young men

My acts are innumerable: always leaving indelible marks

In the lives of innocent, unsuspecting and gullible children

Who are then looking up watching if mama would please detectThen you were too busy to watch these acts under your nose

And save those agonising cute ones from my claws.

I saw your efforts, know your house; I do not knock or enterYour head befuddled with CSA fact and figures in the societyAlways an important source of information for children and adults

An accurate and perfect source of expectation for teenagersLiving a life worthy of emulation and a model for young ones

You are unforgettable real mothers, how can I ignore you?You frustrate all my hard work to penetrate into your abode

Blocking avenues I carefully created through sexuality educationSpeaking openly against me in my presence yet I cannot reply

Your daily activities are putting the potential abusers on edge

Those actions about mutual learning endangers my life

How can I function perfectly when at the civic centres?The way forward on prevention of CSA is the agenda

Ways to curtail incessant recurrence is the first on agendaHandbills, posters about CSA the AOB before closing prayer


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I dare not forget your alertness, agility and being proactiveAlways prompt to spot the behavioural or emotional symptoms

The red flags are known to you like the palm of your hands

Always feeling jittery at your appearance and presenceQuiet during your validation, fleeing at your manifestation

My pretence has no hold on you; you spot me by my actions

You got acquainted with all my tactics the more I explore

As your keen interest and involvement on CSA mattersSet you above your kith and kin and all in the community.

If they all are like you, I would have no place of abode

Your involvement, support and financial assistance to the fight

Curtail my activities and expose my malevolence deedsThe time and resources donated by you prevent my furtherance

Prevention programs, advocacy and rape crisis centresAre more or less gags to my mouth and future

No one knows that my death and end is near except you

Daily I ruminate over the decline in decline in my health

The more the programs the more I shrinkEspecially in countries where policies on CSA are enacted

And survivors are forever revealing my secrets.

Do not join me, never indulge in my activitiesMy life is full of sorrows, regrets and shameEmotionally, I am a wreck; I need healing and can survive

From my character that my seeds must not inheritI advise all perpetrators to quit and seek healing

Revelation of my secrets> to parents firstTrust should not influence your decisions about

My victims parents trusted me than their instinctsTo social workers, I shrink at CSA organised programs

Government policies are lethal to my system now


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NEED A ROPE

I am a house wife who loves her choresMy daughter loves to write with chalkWhenever I am less busy I face my stall

While my little daughter faces the wall

These are times she writes with her chalks

A fateful day, I sent her to write on the wallWhile I face my business in my small store

Selling, at the same time watching out for her

Suddenly I heard scream, jumping to meet her

To my utter chagrin, she drips with blood

What happened? She could neither talk nor explain

A two year old girl dripping with blood in pain

To the police station I head as I wailWhile my eldest son was at my stall to wait

He had all the gory tales but afraid to relay

At the end of the day I heard the story

My baby daughter was raped by TonyShe strayed into the neighbourhood was given chalk

He brought a slate and taught her with a chalkAll of a sudden the teaching turned another story

The narrative was done by my four year old boy

Blame was on me not detecting Tonys ploy

What should I do after buying her all toys?May be I should tie her leg to my store

Nonetheless I wait for justice at the court


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NARRATOR

About to start again to tell the storyAs I used to do to everyone that visitsExplaining on how, who when and where

And the sympathy or empathy begins

Thinking they put themselves in my shoesBut I discovered their acts and I kept silent

For they slipped their leg in and out at onceBefore itching and pain start they flee

How can I escape from my own shoes?

He that wears it know where it pinches

And they that put the feet to feelRemoves their feet for fear of how it feels

Your words brought me out of stream of thought

The hug accompanied brought lasting warmthWhile your palm was placed on my shaking lips

Brought an end to all the usual explanationsSpeak no words, do not bother, I understand

How will I speak, when my mouth is covered?

For the first after the unfortunate incidenceI saw someone interested in me and not the tale

How come all that have been coming are not like you?And save my precious breath from tales of woe

And the racing heart and blood from achesAnd my failing sight from an unending tears.

Professionalism meets understanding and care

My needed support and strength in times like thisFor the fist time I felt being raped was an avenue

To feel real, genuine and reality of humanity

The need to have someone around so closeWho can and will shoulder and shelter in danger

You took me far away from my pains and sorrowThough it happened yet it lessens my grief

Forgiveness of self became easier and possible

As I understand everything better bye and byeWho needs a vision blurred by weeping from pity?

Or my innocent blood destroyed by self in this city


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May all your efforts be crowned with stars

As all children healed shine like stars

While perpetrators as deterrent are behind barsTo hinder the activities that futures mar

While we achieve the best and in life go farJust as on eagles wing we ride to soar

Making us potentials the world has set apart

For as achievers the sky is not so highAnd we gallop in life on happy ride

In new world created where we live free and fairThrough your unrelenting effort that knows no bound

This token is for you as you await a glorious crown.


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JUDGEMENT

Even after all what resulted from my ignoranceThe agony, pains, all night cries that followedThe feelings that are of shame, despair and regret

In all these and more, even about your verdictsThere was a little portion that kept on saying

You are strong and can survive against all odds

The happening brought down my self-esteem

To deny was easier but each day brought realityEvery word from man reminds me of the actuality

Opening my eyes to daybreak, I wake from my dreamDaily I wish I could relive life and turn the clock back

But deeply inside of me, I believe I did my best.

The world collapsed with the wall of my protection

Exposed, unprotected and powerless to my adversaryThe voice travelled less and my strength ended abruptly

Decisions and more decisions that could not defend me

Later on, I became free thinking of thousands of way outNow I relax, retrospect and agree that I did all I could

Though power failed and muscle became undependable

The brain befuddled with a lot of solutions and escapeActually I have learnt of the powerful tactics and training

Read about the way of escaping and breaking free butRealised that easier said than done until faced with reality

In all these I know and believe: I could not have done better

To you, if it were you, your power and tactics would pave way

It was me, and my power and strategy did all they could

In whatever situation, I am through, with a new strengthA new beginning, a new life, a new way of thoughtCame out a better informed person with strange abilities

Ready to forgive self and others, as life goes on. Yes


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MY CRAVING

On the road to our farmWhere my father cultivated

The land so large and greenThe biggest farm in the world

Owned by the biggest father

How I wish his heart is dearest

Placing me on his shoulderThe only place I can view all

Happily and joyfully but sadly

With the secret grief in meThat this may be normal adore

Wishing its love with no deceit

On my daddys huge shoulderWhere I feel the pangs of pain

Unexpected dip of his finger

Into my private painful placeThe source of uncontrollable tears

Wishing father would once be real

Oh precious father with double faceEndearing soul while all are presentFearless and Fairless when we are alone

But when with me, you are not a fatherWho will believe my shocking story?

When I wish it were all thoughts

Mother ahead with fruit basket

Brother singing with bunch of woodBig sister with load of tubers

Who has time for a little sister?Who has a jolly ride on shoulder?And her wishy-washy wishes

I wish my people be eagle-eyed

Sharp enough to feel with meThat fathers huge shoulder

Where I pretend to have a jolly ride


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Is full of thorn, thistles and painWill you have a ride to know my father?

UNBELIEVABLE

Today I overheard my motherInstructing uncle: be gentle with herBe careful with her, she is growing fast

I am in wonderland with wonderful people

The strange ordeal I kept from mother

To avoid destroying their family tiesNow I discovered that mother is involved

Why are you doing this to me, mother?

What is my mother exchanging me for?What can be between mother and my uncle?

I suffer solely in silence and secrecy

Mother is really exchanging my joy for what

Imagine the damage to me: your childIncapable of understanding implications

Just because of trust and innocence

And all your rules of obey before complain

I am a child who is alone in a busy worldIn which nature would not allow to reason

And decipher the deceit in mankind

Actually, the deceit is explicitly revealed to Him

Think about the betrayal of hope and trustFrom someone so close and inseparable

You have chosen not to control emotion

When it is in your capability if you wish

This world is so beautiful and endearing

Yet you turned it into a hell for oneThat looked up to you for more than thisAnd expects the best from lustful confidant


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DECEIT

When I look at your eyesIn comparison with your actionsI agree with the almighty God

For regrets after creating men

The smiles on your gentle face

Reassurance from your utterancesThe smoothness of your palms

The realization of Eden came to me

Can you correlate fathers fine fingersWith the secret digital penetration

What of the soothing touch?

With the recurrent accidental brush

Oh Dear father, with all my heartMy trust and my innocence

Do I beg you to lie side by side

French hug with accidental kissing

Compulsory show you involved me inWhat of the accidental bathroom bumps?

Your innumerable peeping in my room

And the terrible tuck in at middle of nights

I live in a world of secrecy and silenceWhere mother places finger on lips

You must not utter it, it is a sacrilege

My world is definitely different from yours

How can you do this to your child?

Who can neither desist nor defendWhile the world around enjoy the secrecyOur mothers encourage the silence


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SAFE AND SOUND

The safest place I dwell all alone

Where neither foe nor fake friendsCan intrude the thought of a childThe precious moments with no hurts

The best place to live and be calmThe sweetest abode so strange

In the company of unique peaceAnd I forever wish it would be endless

A place I can display my best

Where painful secrets are forgottenIf it is only for a moment, yet in peaceBut then your pretence has no place

Where I can picture the peace I desireThere I can exist in a world I deserve

A place I enjoy the rare peace of mindDenied by your ever present deception

The harmony ceaselessly crave though deprivedCan only be envisaged in my inner mind

Where your existence is perpetually prohibitedAnd my serenity is absolutely guaranteed

Driven away from the world of reality

But I must exist with peace in my heart

Where mans deceit cannot be toleratedInner being gave the optimism for survival

A world created by force, though I enjoy it

I can create even if in illusion, yet real to me

A place I cannot be molested, abused or coercedWhile everyone pretends that childs world is best


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PASSAGE

The mountains so glorious in beauty

Contrast to the gush of water on the seas

The sky so beautiful and blue is the best

While the leaves green as they blossom

The flowers they bear, colourful in splendour

As they manifest the works of perfect match

The sun is shining in glory with radianceIncomparable to the snow in coolness

The fruits and crops come in their due seasons

And all the numerous animals as games for life

The architect of all creatures in His expertise

Created all these and more for our pleasure

The creation of mankind is to rule over all

And these creatures we enjoy effortlessly

But you limit my existence to an isolated worldBecause you cramped me in a world of dreams

You trivialize the beauty in nature works to meFor my vision is distorted by unending tears

Tears of pain inflicted upon me by the motive

Of your secret closeness to explore my tiny body

The body you have ravaged in the presence of all

Yet nobody knows what I am passing through

Can someone cleverly cast a look at this channel?To discover the secret agony underneath the false smiles


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MY BODY

It is a gift that is why it is called me

It belongs to me, so I have absolute powerOver who can should and will touch me

I have privacy, because it is absolutely mineNot yours, to touch or behold without permission

How can I hand over my power to you without fear?

How can I overpower, when my rein is in your handHow can I reign if the reign is used as the bait?

But it is my body, my person, my glory and my all

Millions of us are in secret, silent and seduced world

If we are opportune, we will be far away from youYour hands, your touch, your beliefs and hypocrisy

What a world? What a life? What a situation?But today, a reawakening occur and I step out

To possess, to take control to overpower the powerThat held me down, powers that strike my will dead!

It is my right; it cannot be withdrawn, cos I AM ALIVE

Once I was dead, because you held my willpower

Your power could not hold me captive any longerI am stirred to a new righteousness, new self

A bright new arousal from deep slumberTo reclaim the sanity I was separated fromb

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