NoToRape - Poetic Story

NgoreAfricaAbunawOlive
Posted November 25, 2019 from Cameroon
Painted Poetry by Abunaw Olive, Arts by Gobina Boris
Painted Poetry by Abunaw Olive, Arts by Gobina Boris: Generation Equality Stands Against Rape (1/1)

"Generation Equality Stands Against Rape"

A Painted Poetry by Abunaw Olive , based on ideas from true stories of rape SURVIVORS , narrated as "I" . Art by Gobina Boris

#orangetheworld #GenerationEquality

It's funny though , in just a few short seconds my life took  a whole new direction, My reality is now a shadow of my  reflection. With just the blink of an eye my life is now seen as a zone once damaged It seems like all things I once held high  has  suddenly changed Oh how I used to protect my beautiful image

No one will truly comprehend what left me that  day, Though as we journey along this poem , I shall try to convey. I will be diving into dangerous waters if I dare to illustrate the repulsive individual who made my whole life seem new. So let's scratch and erase that , I'll only dish out  the horror I went through.

Roughly...so roughly...yet abruptly....rough handled against a wall...then oh! came the slap and humiliation when I struggled to escape...I was dragged...so roughly...against a concrete stairwell, At 1 AM, in Mamfe...where not a soul was likely to dwell. Captured...tortured...at this hour my dire situation had deleted any chance for the word "escape" Shouting out loud to myself... I don't deserve this, this shouldn't be my fate.

I whispered to my guardian angel...Give me wings so I can fly away, but silence was my answer as he invaded my deep riches...violently...my pride... he invaded and broke. I was like an innocent sheep that he used to slay as though for some rituals...on me he pounded and poked My mind bewildered and lost His... filled with lust. He took another part of me with each and every thrust.

Tears like beautiful diamonds painfully drained from my eyes dancing awefully down my face. I gazed  into his eyes searching for where he'd left his soul...my body shaking...sternly into his soul I searched...with a firm look of disgrace. His devilish touch... like a vacuum, sucking out the life in me. His ears...had surely turned to plastic, for he wouldn't hear my plea.

All alone , guardian angel gone...with the devil's agent that night, afraid...exposed. I was under a blanket of darkness, struggling...yet unable to even remember the scent of my favorite flower...the rose. The moon...the stars...once my friends...for they've sometimes served as a light to my path...they looked down at me, as though blocked to shine their graceful light through a massive blanket of stars. My mind brought them nearer...I could touch them...they were on my face, but no no ...they were really so far.

Worse still...over and over...like an evil doctor; he injected me with poison and filthy semen He was deliberate...wicked and overt. I beg to laugh now that I'm strong enough to talk about this...haha...yes for a pack of trash is  all he'll ever be, And the only thing that he ever accomplished doing in life is me.

Oh quite often...when awake and it's very very dark...sleep can't find me Lamenting on the thought that my dignity is no longer mine to keep. That a situation that others think of as their worst possible nightmare Is now my gruesome reality that can't be undone nor repaired.

I may have a pretty face , for people say I  glow despite my age and sins But only I know the ugly deep secrets I have, held within. My eyes...you see as pretty....are maybe so because they have seen more than they should And have cried long...delicate tears than anyone ever would.

My heart you refer to as  kind...came with a cost. Terrible pains has existed in it and it has experienced the greatest loss. Can I erase all that? No...but I chose to use that event to which I succumbed. To use it to change and raise awareness of the ills and ruins that come with RAPE...Foolish men who rape must become wise and STOP... I overcame that trauma and I'm strong today...because I chose to  focus on the present and change what is to come. 

Dear women , we may be different in appearance...but our patterns take the same lane Most of us have in one way or the other ...experienced violence and abuse...and it left us with pain. Oh so many diaries we've burned...we don't ever wish to recall, Yes on each cheek...some tears must fall.

But together , we can ensure RAPE and other forms of VIOLENCE AGAINST  WOMEN  , become a culture that exists only in history , if you but add your voice to mine...  The next generation might experience equality... with all men...gentle and kind Let's orange the world and put rape culture behind. Women have seen enough dark days , let's change this generation and the next  We are Generation Equality and our results shall be the best.    ©AbunawOlive

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Lisbeth
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019

Hi dear,
Please who is Abunaw Olive? Is that you? It's a nice poem. Very visible! I also loved the narration because it's vivid.
Every reader can also relate to the problem and solution
Thank you for sharing this with us to inspire.
Regards

NgoreAfricaAbunawOlive
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019

Yes sister , I am Abunaw Olive
Thank you so much , I'm glad it inspires you

Lisbeth
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019

Nice write up.
:-)
Take care

NgoreAfricaAbunawOlive
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019

Thank you, you too

Karen Quiñones-Axalan
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019

Hello, dear Olive,

What a gifted artist you are. What beautiful artwork! What an excruciating poem to read that my tears keep falling. How brave you are for telling your story, and yet, like a painter, you use your words to help us visualize what happened to you.

And not just to you, I imagine how many women have experienced this, too. It's just so traumatic and damaging.
These words struck me, "My heart you refer to as kind...came with a cost. Terrible pains has existed in it and it has experienced the greatest loss".

I honor you, dear beautiful Olive, for choosing to heal, to live again, and to stay strong, regardless of what was done to you. I admire you for choosing kindnes in your heart. You are a great woman. You are more beautiful today. Nothing that man did made you less of a woman. Your dignity, courage, and strength is intact.

I stand with you,sis, as you stand with the rest of the women in this world. Hugs!

Thank you for sharing.

Karen Quiñones-Axalan
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019

Please submit this as an entry to our current call for stories in solidarity to the 16 Days of Activism against Gender-based violence. It's called #IStandWithHer.

Thank you!

NgoreAfricaAbunawOlive
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019

Oh wow how you empower me...thank you .

Anita Shrestha
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019

Thank you for sharing

NgoreAfricaAbunawOlive
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019

Thank you, together we are stronger.

Jill Langhus
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019

Hello Dear Olive,

How are you doing, dear? Thanks for sharing your very sad, powerful and vulnerable poem and lovely painting, too! You are very brave to share it. I'm so glad that you have healed from it, though, and that you're helping to raise awareness around this troubling epidemic.

I agree with Karen about making sure that you submit this for the current call for stories, dear. Please use this link to ensure that your story is included: https://www.worldpulse.com/raise-your-voice/istandwithher

Hope you're doing well and having a great week.