Wandering the solitude at home,
My heart knackered faster,
At the absence of everyone
As a tempest uproot our kitchen,
I hold fast to the door
In trepidation,
I ran to my room
Abruptly I heard footstep
Approaching me
Snapping my room door,
I cling to it,
But a heavy pushed
Render me restless
Looking vulnerable on the ground,
I felt an unusual touched
In a loud scream,
My voice was swallowed by pillars,
With my clothes being rend,
Pulling my legs apart
And my body being abused sexually
In anguished ,
I hit on his head
And ran leaving home
With this everlasting memories,
I can’t return home
Cause it’s not safe
The streets are painting darkness,
When the night thrilled in silence,
But I have become a prisoner,
Cause home is a wild beast
Home is a place of abuse,
I guess my bed sheets are missing me,
My mirror crying to view picture of me,
Even my books feel unwanted
Abuse is not only loitering on those streets,
He comes smiling ridiculously in my home,
Throwing my legs apart happily,
And my body has now become a forceful penetration
Cause home is not safe any longer
© Olive Josephine Robertson & Edwin Olu Bestman
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