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Voices are loud, but no one listens
Gestures are made, none see a thing
Tongues are frozen as legs tremble
Blurring the sky and the rainbow
Salts for meat, sugars for tea
But theirs are the worst of meals
Stung by bees, parents unaware
So close to hear but far from here.
Sights don’t see an obvious stain
Left behind by the furious rain.
Frightened, ran, fell, then a scream
A child is raped, not only in stream.
But market, schools, mosque and church,
And often abused under parents roof
By strangers and those they applaud
Taking all, others they even recommend.
Singing their praises, blessing them
Whereas all they do is unleash hell
From the sky comes a dripping blood
Gushing out in cold icy flood.
Winning awards as the best observers
But fail to listen to their daughters
When ceilings and roof are leaking
Parents please cheese, kindly listen.
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
At ten, her tail
Rotates a snail….
Hammer or nail?
They ask a girl
She’s rape today
Next day blackmail…
She opens the gate
To rape and fates
A style she hates.
Bruises she claims
From sane and insane
She hides with aim
Stains, and her name
Who is to blame
Or are gods lame
Watching her game
Bleeding in shame.
Because the ass is right at my back
The memories it brings drags anger in a sack
Hell yea! I frown
And give a-slow-burn
Without faking smile, unlike a clown
Has men twice my age
That harasses and rattle my cage
I wish I was brave or better sage!
Pain wouldn’t have been in a sack
But rather free in a cage
And… Yes I frown
It’s my beauty I like to hide
So I give a sigh; “talk to my hand”
And… Yes I frown
I don’t care how innocent but don’t say “hi”
Wish I was born the days hearts had courage
And tongues were parrots not packed in a sack
Separated by barriers from the ears of the walls
Maybe my parents would have heard
And bullets would have flown..
But not a property causing cold war…
Nor an indigestible fiber: so I keep to myself.
Just me, left in a farm of my thoughts
Cultivating imperfection that understands me a lot
Knit-brows, I look-black with a rusted heart
Steadily, I give the Devil an evil-eye
Same eye that saw the Devil down
Who tore my blouse and pants
Devouring me in art and act,
Fagged out in the hook packed in the sack
… Is as heavy as the word: “Prick”
If my milk drop please it is my breast?
At times I wish I had powers of a sword
To decapitate the cock away from my nest
Smiling with a frown that says: “you’re yet to see the best”
(C) 2012. Written by ONYECHE VINCENT ONYEKA