My Virginity
She heard the footsteps coming
through the dark
While her body buried itself into
the kitchen
But he came and rode on her
lovely smiles
His face covered with excitement
Served her with punches and bitter
kisses
And majestically stripped her off like
a day old baby
She didn't ask for romance neither sex
But he silently pierced her heart with
his words
And crawled through the walls of her beautiful legs
He visited every single corner
Screwed her carelessly like a dirty mechanic
And set the pulses of her skin on fire
Her life was crumbling
Dreams caved ridiculously into a
pit of tears
She was pushed, beaten and tortured against her will
He penetrated and forcibly raped her
Left her eyes opened to swim in a
river of blood
And she became a victim of the
constant flashbacks
This place she did call home
It is not really a home
But a place of constant abuses
And rape is now seen as a new religion
Copyright © Edwin Olu Bestman | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment