Published under Weekly Mail Poets Paradise Male Poets project 2010

 The lick of his torture tongue aggravates the pain

 Like she has lungs immersed in blood, she coughs Hurts,

 exhales the agony through her eyes.

May tries so hard to erect barriers of defense

 But only with liquid self-confidence,

 then Step-grand father has already jumped the boarders

 And invaded the territory of this virgin heart,

His verbal barbed wire strips the flesh

 From her self-esteem and breaks her back-bone

 Leaving blood oozing from the wounds within

 Every night hell breaks loose with ‘the supreme Demon’ caressing her thighs and breasts,

 Reading through ‘her book’ that she once promised

 Herself to keep it closed until she reaches twenty one.

 Her interior landscapes polluted by fear toxins

 She inhales from the monster figure’s atmosphere,

 She keeps her mouth absolutely shut.

 She has no one to cry to because: her grand mother Ceased to exist when May was six,

 on her Father’s family she is a rejected seed,

 And her father died when she was conceived

 While her mother passed on during her Birth time.”I guess life is mean, she said”.

 Every day she is dressed in tears with Nile eroding her facial make up,

 Hiding her hurts and fears with a Fake fragile smile,

but analyzing the Situation through her eyes,

 even a blind man Could see that deep down she is lost soul.

 Abhorrence woven into every fabric of her thoughts,

She is disgusted by every glimpse of him,

 and how She hates his hands invading her private faculties!

The lick of his torture tongue aggravates the pain

 Like she has her lungs immersed in blood,

 she Exudes hurts, and exhales the agony through her eyes!

 Being tongue-tied and introvert,

 silence murders May’s self-worth crushes it into fine fragments,

She is emotionally cold, and so is the name. She writes sad episodes of her life, trying to find a healing

 For the misery the future is about to unfold,

 As the destiny the heavens are about to unfold.

Internally bleeding, turning emotionally cold At the age of thirteen

 longing for happiness She once tasted as a child of six.

Survival is tougher than that of the seeds That fell on concrete streets.

 She decides to be bold, and takes the matter to the police,

 Guess what she gets from the police officer!

 A sense of relief – one would think, not exactly that But her heart-rending experience is exacerbated,

 Like step-grand dad, he too forces himself On her as to ‘harden the evidence’.

 Indeed she was born from the sorry side

She thinks of choosing the grave over life

By committing suicide; because the hand that once Protected her

 and nurtured her is the hand that finally Molested her.

On second thoughts, she makes a phone Call to the toll free number: 0800 05 5555,

Lays and presses charges of abuse and rape,

Being the person she is talking to I totally decide to find her psychiatric treatment,

 Lock the monsters up, offer them prison cells

 As their lifetime homes ’cause that’s where they belong.

 It’s upon ordinary people like you and I to eradicate

 This kind of behavior from our lives’ scenes





  1. Felt it, Feel it, and will eternally feel it dawg dope piece of truth no wonder it hurts… . keep expressing yourself in black and white the nation can learn a lot from that.

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