PART 1- RAPE
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her imagination
That thing that led led to her determination
To care for her helpless child through stolen nights of passion

That thing that she
had been told to leave
The child that lay ripe
within her belly that
She didn't dare to try conceive,
That seed that would end
The labor pains, belief.
believe that she had tried
To let it bleed but relief,
Her loins would try
Relieve the pain nested
within her womb
That flowed to what would
Be her tomb
Between her thighs
Where many eyes
Would loom and
Let lust rise, give
Rise to what would
Be demise
A fate that held no compromise.
HIV hidden without disguise
Afraid, her child would live that life
A life of lies and cries
She left that work but the night gave chase
and she would
Try to run away with pace.
But what is woman to a
Man who purges urges
With a gun.
To steal a night of fun
She'd be the one, tonight
That set his world alight
But deep within her bones
She feared not for herself
But for the child
Who'd hear the moans
The groans that mother owns.
Who'd see his mother stumbling
And hear the helpless grumbling, the
uttering of a pain
That wasn't new, a
darkness darker than the
Hue in which her baby
Had slept that very night
That night,
That night that stayed as still as a tableu.
Where people saw but...