Sick world

He took away her voice,
Slapped her hard
And tore off her clothes,
She trembled with fear,
Her lower lip bleeding
And heart fast pacing,
He showed her no mercy
As he forced himself into her,
Screaming to a shriek
She felt the dirt and scum
Replace dignity and humanity,
Tears rolled down her cheeks
As her thighs gave way
A sharp pain tore through her,
Bringing with it
Untold terror into her
She tried to resist
But the more she tried
The more satisfaction he got
Pounding into her
All evils and unwanted generations,
Sowing seeds of hate
To a soul that didn’t offend no one
Mourning with satisfaction,
He ejaculated with joy of colonization
She crawled to a corner,
Tears still welling and flowing,
She kept to herself,
Reminiscing of the ordeal
That had transpired
He took away her voice
Her father took it all away
™©Mwangi Njoroge

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