You don't know what pain is
You don’t know what pain is until……….
You have to stay silent while your blood flows from violence
For fear of being stigmatized because you were raped
Until you’re forcefully held and your clitoris ripped off
Until you’re forcefully married to him against your will
Until he spanks and tortures and makes you his sex slave
Until you have to give up yours to serve his
Cook, wash clothes, babysit, get insulted and never get angry
Until you become the shadow of his shadow
Until your groins and not your brains are all they see and seek
Until he takes credit for all your pluses while you get stabbed for his messes
Until your voice becomes useless and not worth hearing
You don't know what pain is Until you've felt it.....
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@Claris Angafor 2019
Hello, Claris,
Wow! You’re on fire to write a poem so quickly. How painful this one is. I hope the descriptions you wrote here didn’t happen to you. Or was this your experience?
I could say using this definition that I am a stranger to this pain. This is too much to go through as a woman. :(
Thank you for sharing!
Hahahah, Karen, some of apply to me and most women but I wrote the two poems on the occasion of the International women's day 2019 with theme :Balance For Better
I'm grateful for the suggestion. Thank you. I'll use it right away.
Beautifully-written. It’s as if you experience them all. Bravo!
You’re welcome, dear.
Thanks for the expression. They really have strong meaning. You might have gone through a lot if it personally applied to you.
Hope you are doing very good? Take care!
Thanks Lisbeth. Take care
Eeek! Wow! That's horrible, dear. I'm so sorry you had to go through any of this!!!
Thanks for sharing your powerful words and poem.
Hi Claris, So powerful! I love the phrase "shadow of his shadow". I've been writing an entire series of poetry about the shadows of domestic abuse, and this really connected with me. It is such a dark and lonely place to be. Please know that you are not alone in your pain. I hope you have found some semblance of hope and recovery in your writing and sharing of your stories. I know how weak and scared one feels when clutched by the violent hands of another, but know that you have such a strong and powerful voice that needs to be heard around the world!
powerful poem.
speaks alot.
thank you for sharing
Hello Claris,
A powerful poem. It is so good to know that you were able to give it out at an IWD event. This, the reality of sexual assault is what needs to be shouted from the rooftops until we are able to stop it all. So good to have you here on World Pulse.