As I looked up at the assailant
Tears freely flowing like water
With each thrust, he took a bit of my soul.
Something broke, shattered in me
Then he said, “Mum’s the word”
Looked at them, the ones who loved me,
I want to tell them everything I felt
But imagining the disappointment and shame I would bring,
I told myself, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down, this time I’m on top
My eyes dim, my soul dark
I did to another what was done to me
And I said, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down at the weapon
That would keep me forever mum
I sighed and wished
Wished I hadn’t kept mum…
Emenike Chinwendu Victoria
© 2020
Christ a poet 