I want to know how it feels To make a woman bleed To death Without hearing her cries Without hearing her pleas Without seeing the death Of her dreams

I want to know How you felt I was only two Did your bludgeoning penis Feel exhilarated Pulsate with devilish desire As you forcibly sowed your shameless seed On my infertile ground That you mutilated The ground that will now Forever remain infertile Because of you?

I want to know If you sleep at night What kind of dreams you dream? What kind of man strangles Fondles a two year old Was he born of a mother Like my own who bleeds Tears every time she sees me Begging to be forgiven For not having been there To protect me from my own father?

Somebody tell me What kind of a world this is That sodomises its future Telling the young ones Not to believe in love Not to dream Not to dare Not to laugh Not to treasure life and believe in humanity?

Tell me somebody Because I must believe in something I must believe in things kind And gentle I must believe that the sun Not only shines For those who stand before it shines But for those like me too Whose limbs were severed Before they even learnt to crawl Raise your hand somebody If you will help me believe

©By Batsirai Easther Chigama

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I am so sorry for the unthinkable acts you've survived. You do believe in something. If you didn't, your inner voice would never have the strength to write this moving, earth-shattering poem. Thank you for sharing your voice. You are inspiring to women around the world. Kindly, Jill