The Night She Was Raped

A joyful day after she was called upon By one of her friends in the name of party. She never hesitated, but went as she was Called in the name of trust. They did all they could do, flexing & relaxing. On her way home, she was captured by Unknown men. They harmed her body for their pleasures. For them, she was a body wrapped in flesh & Blood. They were curde; they were brutal. She cried, she shouted. Her voice was shut down in the dark. My country, my justice, but they were all Fallen to sleep. Cinderella lost her slipper at night, but She was not raped, but why her? They harm her body not her spirit. She might die, but her spirit will fight. People will stand for the justice of her life. As day will pass, her voice will disappear In the crowd. Everyone will remember her as the incidence. She suffer, she doesn't want other to suffer Stand strong, be loud. ©®2021 A.M Ngumbu, Jr.