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RAPED.

By Oluwadare Michael
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That cry, a dirge to that sullen night

Wasn't what you had love to hear,

But you were going to rise up anyway and

Rescue the helpless victim of that brooding reality.

But the ground below you was a denial,

Retelling tales of how you were only a rib

From the many of Adam's.

And that cry was your own cry,

Your naked back pinned against a cold

Wall in a lonely street somewhere faraway

in Harare.

Recall the only falsetto of rescue heard was

The melodic prosique of your own wails;

the forlorn call of sirens punctuating night

with sharp concertos.

You learnt the world could be crude, and superman

Rescue was only good in comical tales,

You wished the gene, the lamp and the ring

Would be not only for Aladdin as each of his ugly

Thrust reduces you to a pool of muffled tears.

And this scene would forever be with you,

That anytime you sit in solitary hiding behind

Those clouds of heart rending tears,

Your tongue cursing the soil below you,

Why couldn't you have opened up and swallow

me in one little gulp?


Stand out of the with pride and make your voice be heard.
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