.............
she was always in tears
lived a life surrounded by fear
Her name is Cynthia..I guess my close friends will understand
You see this monster whose voice was like a thunder
He would hold her breast and **** it as if he was a baby
I Could see the indescribable terror in Cynthia's face
As she tied her shoe laces
tears mingled.
I could feel her ordeal
She saw him....the images were more vivid at night
Though I didn't want to cause a fight
I have tried to say but he said they is no place to run
We must have fun..
As he switched off the lights and opened my thighs...A MOMENT OF SILENCE....
She took her shirt off. Her chest was covered with cigarette burns
That ****** coward used her as an ashtray.
She lived in a persistent poverty..
He lured him with his car...and his luxurious goods
HE WOULD SAY.."GO talanyana ko gabone..
I'm sorry for calling him a coward.
My only weapon of seeking justice is to write about abuse...Abuse must fall..
I HAVE said it all.
My tears are worth the pain...I SHALL NOT FORGET THE STORY OF CYNTHIA SETH..lets protect the girl child.

They were created on the 6th day
Given the 6th sense
Sometimes they become tense
When some do not understand.
They feel that pain
Even to some it may be plain
They have their highs and lows
They do accept flaws
So they perfect their art
Their words are felt deep within

Look inside you..In a mirror,,You are a poet...

DoreenK;20.05.16