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At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.

At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.

At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.

At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.

At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.

At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.

At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
*******  and the
police laughed at my report.

At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.

At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.

At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.

At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
How many times must a woman be guilty for her existence?
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
alexa
my days are too long,
my mind and heart are tired.
any will or hope to keep pushing
has long since expired.
If you ever live in this Hell,
Remember how fragile freedom really is
Remember how hopes can make you hurt

If you ever live in this Hell,
You'll see misery in every corner
as well as people running to get to the nearest border

If you ever live in this Hell,
Your  frequent words will be dollars, food, emptiness
Your frequent thought will be "when all of this will see an end?"

If you ever live in this Hell,
Remember that no one will never be safe
So you better start running away

If you ever live in this Hell,
You'll be a ghost in the middle of empty streets
You'll be another cow under the suffocating sun

If you ever live in this Hell,
The struggle of surviving will be skin deep
All you wish is you're living a bad dream while you sleep

If you ever live in a Hell,
You'll see how fragile freedom actually is
and that's when you'll appreciate any piece of it
A poem I wrote about how hard is the situation  in my country, Venezuela, is really frustrating what people is actually living there, from a lot of people searching in the garbage to get  some food to people get shot because they don't  have nothing of value.  It's devastating what you see and live on its streets.
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
JA S-Mine
The demon queen & king of high school
want to:
die
scream
cry
break
kick
leave
not exist

so instead they make others:
feel invisible
leave
get kicked out
spirit break
cry
scream
want to die

it's all just a cover-up
for only the best
because the weak die
and the strong survive
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
Hanafuda
Life
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
Hanafuda
The thing about life isn't how or with who you spend it,
But it's all about how you think about it.
If you want love, being in love is a nice feeling,
But that doesn't mean that he will love you too.
If you want to have money, being rich gives you lots of opportunities,
But that doesn't mean you'll be happy.
If you want to be anything, you can be it,
But don't be disappointed if you lose everything.
This thing about life that not many understand is that if you want it, you can get it, but never expect that to give you complete happiness.
For those who understand
 Jan 2018 Joy Onyango
Malak S
Dear Anxiety,
Thank you for the sleepless nights
Tired eyes
Thank you for the unbearable beats that **** near stopped my heart
Thank you for the faucet of tears that continues to pour
Thank you for the pang of pain that keeps punching against my chest whenever someone mentions anything close to abandoning me
Thank you for being my worst nightmare, for stealing the light out of my eyes
Thank you for reminding me that I cannot enjoy a single moment with those I love because of the constant nag of every single thing that could go wrong
Thank you for reminding me that I am at a constant loss for words

Dear Anxiety,
Thank you for letting me know that you will always be hiding underneath my skin, ready to perk up in response whenever anything peaks my interest.

Dear Anxiety,
Thank you so much for every single whisper that traveled through me on the quietest of nights
Thank you for reminding me I am alone
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

Dear Anxiety,
I am a little wanderer searching for myself within the maze you created to trap my lost soul.

I’ll find her someday.
I’ll find myself
And you won’t be so lucky when I do,
Because you’ll burn,
And all I’ll do, is watch you turn to ashes.

Thank you, for making me,
Me
I no longer need you

I never did.

Never Yours,
Malak
3am
It can be so lonely,
Living in your own head.
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