The Broken Walls Of My Vagina

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Broken, torched and stained,

how I felt after he took my "pride",

the pearl of my life,

every woman's "pride"

trampled with so much disdain,

leaving me in blood stains

from the broken walls of my vagina,

Heaven remained shut at my prayer,

so it seemed for I; crying, shouting, 

screaming yet no Helper

to pull me from underneath a man

whose lustful thrusts that afternoon

would leave me frightened

at the hearing of a male voice.

I am still yet to come to terms that it is a cross

I must excruciatingly bear,

here in a world that labels me a whore:

that says I am the cause of his failure

to keep his libido in check or listen to twerp 

talk such as "I must cover up

else I deserve whatever I lure" ~

such patriarchal nonsense

from persons who without shame,

continue to posit vain and lame

arguments as reasons he robbed

my innocence -

with brute violence

Also Read: http://crabbitamedia.blogspot.com/2016/09/patriarchal-nonsense.html

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It was the year nineteen sixteen (1916),

I was only fifteen,

a blossoming young girl

with so much hopes of a well

tailored life for a towering future -

hardly would a girl my age dare

"think [herself] a bird" to share

a stage in a man's world so-called,

she must braze herself up for a cloud

of detractors should

she make it out of that village in Paga

where still, the boy-child is rather

the preference to some sort of education.

Pardon the digression,

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at the silent afternoon of doom,

that rode with it black-dark-grim

spells in an attack greatly foul,

and left my pure soul

scared, spirit heavily broken

and my womanhood stolen:

he entered my room, locked the door,

held me brutally on the floor -

I can still remember myself say

in a faint voice - Jesus -

hoping that in my breathless

state Help would come my way

to rescue me from a man whose

d**k left more than wounds

in the broken walls of my vagina -

my very being crushed as the World Trade Center.

Read: http://crabbitamedia.blogspot.com/2017/01/vanity.html

Sadly you are part of the problem -

when you shift the burden of responsibility from

him, posit that we "cover up" or blame

our parents of failing to train us well enough,

designing excuses for psychopaths.

You are the problem when you make

the onus of controlling one's demons

that of the raped and not the rapists -

I hope you get it, if not check

yourself because we all have

the responsibilities to protect, save,

the boy-child especially the girl-child

from God forsaken deranged morons:

pedophiles, rapists and hobbyists

Not forgetting that I was only fifteen

with beautiful imaginations of a teen,

as your girl-child,who may not survive

the kicking, beating or revive

from a broken wall of her vagina.

By Crabbe Nathaniel - Journalist - Publicist - Blogger - Poet - Customer Service

For statistics on child rape in Ghana check: http://cmcghana.blogspot.com/2017/01/1296-girls-defiled-335-women-raped-in.html