I am a very introverted person, but when I start to write, nothing stands in the way.


No one will ever understand just how I felt that day, No one I Say
No even a single Soul
Expect God.
That Very Day.
But deep within this poem I shall try to convey.
I cannot even begin to illustrate the repulsive person I once knew.
I intend to simply express the horror that I went through.


I still remember the dark dirty floor
of the toy shed in the backyard.
The pain as every piece of clothing I had on
was getting torn off in fast motions.
The hand covering my
mouth as I screamed for someone to help me.
The help never came. never show up. never resuced me .


I was abruptly pinned against the floor of a hard, rough concrete ground
At 2 AM, in Nigeria where not a soul was likely to dwell.
Or a soul walking 🚶 down the stair
Suddenly I was captured, no possible way to escape.
No possible way to Scream 😱.
Wondering if I deserved it, if it was truly my fate.

I tried to fly away, but my wings he had been broke and scattered
I was like an innocent cow that he used to prod and poke.
My mind filled with confusion, and his filled with lust.
He took another part of me with each and every thrust.

Tears like elegant pearls gracefully danced down my face.
I peered into his soul with a firm look of disgrace.
His cold touch like a vacuum, sucking out the life in me.
His ears were wide open, but he wouldn't hear my plea.

I scream 😱...