"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
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