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Violence
I once thought he was the right one for me,
But it was just a camouflage,
A bunch of lies,
Presented in a gold of truth,
A fulfilled dream I hoped for,
But it all ended in agony.
I laid on the cold bare floor again,
My body reaping apart from his merciless torture,
I felt sour from his bruises,
A blood curling scream I made,
Yet, there came no help.
I felt bitter,
And wished for nothing but death.
But it never came.
A little misunderstanding it was,
And I became a victim of violence,
An unending torment,
And a threat to silence me,
Bonding me into helplessness,
Faking a smile to cover the pain,
And make-ups to cover the scars.
As a woman,
I was told to endure,
I was told keep it in,
For it was part of us.
This made me questioned myself,
This made me questioned society,
This made me questioned the laws,
This made me questioned humanity,
Are women not part?
Where do we stand?
Where are our rights?
#fightviolence
© Henrietta Otu
But it was just a camouflage,
A bunch of lies,
Presented in a gold of truth,
A fulfilled dream I hoped for,
But it all ended in agony.
I laid on the cold bare floor again,
My body reaping apart from his merciless torture,
I felt sour from his bruises,
A blood curling scream I made,
Yet, there came no help.
I felt bitter,
And wished for nothing but death.
But it never came.
A little misunderstanding it was,
And I became a victim of violence,
An unending torment,
And a threat to silence me,
Bonding me into helplessness,
Faking a smile to cover the pain,
And make-ups to cover the scars.
As a woman,
I was told to endure,
I was told keep it in,
For it was part of us.
This made me questioned myself,
This made me questioned society,
This made me questioned the laws,
This made me questioned humanity,
Are women not part?
Where do we stand?
Where are our rights?
#fightviolence
© Henrietta Otu
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