By Josephat Msagha
She came into my room
In the middle of the night
Feeling her hand grasp my mouth
Yearning to let out a scream
To get rescued I seek from my tormentors arms
The marks she leaves are red
Tears rolling down my eyes
Hoping God hears my cry
To quench her lust she says
A good boy I should be
Not to say a word to none
To avoid getting killed am threatened
I can’t talk to nobody
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
The things that I hold onto
I suffered in silence with no one to tell
For my parents and society couldn’t believe
A liar I was called
Flogged up for disrespecting my aunt
For a man can’t get raped by a female they say
From a young age my soul was broken
Grew up with hatred for women,thinking all were same
Am over it now I know I must forgive,and I said that I do,
But I don’t really think that I actually do.
Forgive my aunt
How ?
For the pain she put me through as a kid
Grown up I should be over it by now
I have nightmares,I wake up screaming like I did when it really happened.
Hope justice will be served on judgement day.
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