From A Tired Teenaged Girl

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His hands,

Are like the gentle caress of the sun’s golden rays,

As they brush across my skin,

They send shivers down my spine,

I’m in heaven.

His voice, exudes the essence of pure manliness,

Laced with that lyric baritone

Reinforced by a powerful bass.

His breath, like the smell of summer rain.

His teeth, sparkle like moonlight,

A smile so breath taking it must have been blessed by the angels,

He is perfection.

But then again, everything is perfect when LSP meets Ecstasy,

Giving birth to the child called “party me”.

Or maybe that’s just the rohyphol coursing through my veins,

A drop in the ocean when it comes to name them all,

Those date rape drugs I’ve become a victim of,

The same drugs to which another girl will succumb.

Another night with no memories,

A scruffy looking home.

Eyes darting across the room,

Searching for the clothes I own.

An impromptu trip to the local pharmacy,

Before running down to the police station.

The officers roll their eyes at me,

They find it so hard to take me seriously,

“Oh, there they go again!” is the tune that plays on repeat in their head.

I am just another black girl crying out “RAPE!”

I am just another forgotten statistic

I am one off many who will never see the justice system act in my favour,

But at least I didn’t make the body count,

Right?

At least I get to see another day,

Another day of being told that “boys will be boys”,

As if gender is an excuse but okay,

I get to stare at the news,

#Another sister has fallen,

Add her to the body count.

It’s kinda funny how there are more graves than there are female high school graduates,

“Uyinene,

“

We plaster their names on our Instagram stories as a sign of “respect”

They echo in the hollow chambers of the patriarchal heart,

As they promise to do better for sixty sixth billion,

While in the exact same moment another life is made inconsequential,

Because of a man.

Tell me gents when does it end.

Do you not hear the screaming and crying?

The pleading and dying?

Can’t you see, that my pain,

No, our pain,

Is falling on your deaf ears.

Tell me when does the madness end.

I don’t want to die,

But I don’t want to have to live like this,

Afraid of being alive,

Forever feeling dead inside,

I want to feel like a person,

Not the object of a man’s desire.

I am not your doll,

Don’t be the reason I lose it all,

I want to have a life where I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder,

Wondering, wondering if I will survive.

The tears ease up,

I look at my calendar and realise tomorrow I turn twenty

Two years,

I beat the statistic by two years,

But then I again when I walk out the gate tomorrow, I might just be dead.

So, tell me dear gents when does it all end?

 

Comments

  1. Mukudzeiishe MadzivireDecember 7, 2020 at 12:32 AM

    THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT TERRIBLE😂🔥

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  2. UnknownDecember 7, 2020 at 7:24 AM

    😪😪😪touching is an understatement..I feel so sad yet so angry, but ultimately powerless😪😪hashtags won't help... educating our daughters isn't the factor lacking... disciplining our sons is what we need to do...poor tired teenage girl... touching

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  3. MalaikaDecember 7, 2020 at 9:05 AM

    So powerful 💪

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  4. UnknownDecember 7, 2020 at 9:21 AM

    I don't want to die
    But I don't want to have to live like this
    THAT PART

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  5. BlessingDecember 7, 2020 at 10:06 AM

    Beautiful

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