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I Married a Rape Survivor
I married a rape survivor She was terrified and broken Shaken till the last drop of blood She can’t even face the mirror now Now she hates herself for being a girl Just few seconds had stolen her identity Her respect her pride her value her existence Corner of a room was now her place Tears dried heart soaked smile disappeared Yes i married a rape survivor! Believing i could give back her effeminacy I hold her hands when no one wanted her Society expelled her,Why? Because she lost virginity Because she lost her dignity Because someone forced her played her Because someone snatched her feminess I don’t care, i love her and i promise to take care of her I will bring back her pride her attitude her smile Hoping i could take her to my world of peace Yes i married a rape survivor! I can’t touch her i can’t make her feel comfortable Suddenly at night she wakes up and cry That night still haunts her My beautiful bud was plucked Crushed and trampled her soul was tampered I gave her home my family my love Yet she resists inside of her, still her voice trembles Still the cruel eyes of world poaches her Still the comments of anyone shatters her She tried a lot to move on but that cruel laugh torments her But now she had her peace for she hanged herself.
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