Dear President Weah
Dear President Weah,
It is difficult to paint a
picture
But let me paint a picture
of a girl,
A girl whose heart is loosely
clustered
Darkness is her cousin
A cousin who comes devouring
her beautiful skin
A girl whose tears could probably
make an ocean
She wears a broken smile
A smile that kisses her goodbye
And her legs are witnesses of
pains
Her body is an unsafe home
Every time she looks at herself
The only trademark she sees
is "Rape"
Her body is a precious bank
But the bank is being looted
by armed rapists
Yet the government sleeps on
the case
Her mind is a total crash
Crashing from constant
flashbacks
Isn't rape a crime?
Let's face reality,
Is "Rape" a new religion
Or a beauty queen whose appearance
is embraced by unwanted
souls?
Should we say "Liberia" or "Liberape?"
Cause this girl resides at the
graveyard,
And many are yet to join the league
She is a prisoner
A prisoner in her own skin
Her cerebrum, cerebellum and
medulla are malfunctioning
Dear President Weah,
Leave the dark alone
And make love with the light
Copyright © Edwin Olu Bestman | Year Posted 2020
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