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Silent Teardrops [Silent Teardrops]

Awoken by a kick on the door
Frightened by my mother’s screams…

Barely awake
They grab me
Force me down
Rip my panties

His accomplices hold my hands
Spread my legs and gag me
The rebel leader drops his pants
With a sinister smile

I hear mother;

He rapes me with dignity and jollity
Steals my innocence, tears me apart
Violates me
Physically, emotionally and spiritually

I become deaf to my mother’s appeals
Blind to my surroundings
My frame quivers
Like taut strings strummed

Silent tears embrace my cheeks
Pain numbs me
And I seek redemption from death
Hallow me world, swallow me

These silent teardrops tell a story
Of a living soul murdered at 8
Of the pain swallowed in silence
Of anger at phalluses addicted to rape

My silent teardrops
Carry words I cannot converse

Written by: Jacqueline Hlongwane
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

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