www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Victim]

That look of hate I didn’t see
Tells me something isn’t just right
For here, a welcomed pregnancy
Should come after a marriage rite

For as she passed along the street,
Pitiful gazes flashed here and there
With much constraint she dragged her feet
Carrying a load she was too young to bear

Those she passed by on her way
Didn’t rile her as for a child gone wild
Instead with quaking voice I heard them say,
“Cursed be the soul that raped that child”

Then all at once it dawned on me
As I stood still with mouth agape
‘Twas not her choice this came to be
For she was a victim of rape!

Written by: Emerald Friday Samuel
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.


  1. Reply
    EnigmatikPoet says

    Such a pity. They abound in our society, victims of perversions…

    • Reply
      Kukogho Iruesiri Samson says

      Very sad…

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