Under the bright essence of day
She wallowed deep in the night,
Was this her play
Did she deserve this cry
Or was this a dreamed lie?
There he layed drunk and unconscious,
She, there bruised and feeling pathetic,
Under the sun,
She was all lost in the dark.
Was he really her father?
She never believed,
Just in the wee hours,
His dad came in sour,
Right about dawn,
He defiled her of her dignity:
Blood shot eyes
Big sized masculine
Liqour scent kisses
Brutal body turn over
The forced cloth stripping
That's all she could remember,
In her tears,after all those years
Late for school,
She wished
She cursed
She cried,
Dragging herself over her pool of tears,
Her clothes soaked with blood,
She wondered why it had to be her father?
And now there was no mother.
Pictures of the scene
Tormenting her reality...
It was years back,
Father is in lock up,
Now some days ago,
Her brother to came in
Hard and brutal,
This one was much fatal,
She was hurt,cut,partly burnt
He was high on his blunt,
She lays on the hospital bed,
Wondering why life had to be life.
Her days are as cold nights,
She's in daily mental fights..
I wish I'd write more
But this is too sore...
Bard Mwendwa 🌱
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