Writer: Zee Salem
Walking down the streets,
Found some shadows
Scattered around her sides
Light stands were her first thoughts
Until the figures were sculptured
Breathing rates escalated,
Sweat started forming from her forehead,
Her steps starting taking a different pace,
The higher pace caught their attention.
She felt fingers holding her mouth tightly,
An arm tight around her waist,
She found her feet above the ground.
She tried screaming
But her voice wasn’t able to escape his fingers.
Unconscious after force was smashed on her head,
She woke up with water splashing on her face,
Found herself tied up on a bed.
She begged for her release,
But they were too hungry.
They ripped her white blouse & it went on & on,
Until all her flesh was shown,
Their eyes glinted with starvation
Like they haven’t eaten in weeks,
Shivering as they caressed her skin,
She was left with tears.
With this inevitable rape,
She gave a little whimper of protest,
But they didn’t have sympathy
She was just like some pounds of meat.
They got all the soul out of her,
After they gobble up her flesh,
They left her with no soul,
Shivering in tears,
Just some bones on the streets
Now left bruises,
Not just physically,
But also mentally.
The bruise of being cheap;
Feeling of being used,
Feeling that they took her for granted.
Why make her feel that just for your satisfaction?
Did hurting her make you feel better?
Does that mean you’ll never do it again?
I assure you boy,
That’s a no.
This feeling is inevitable,
You’ll always want more.
Don’t turn into a beast,
That’s just found to scar.
Just because of your own scars,
She now will never be the way she used to;
She will always remember what you’ve done.
A rapist is a wolf to his victim,
An animal with no heart that deserves death.