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This poem is a motivational and painful poem for women who were molested physically and is being haunted by the event.

That Monster
by Xiomara Colon

For every girl that has been touched the wrong way. For every girl that lives in shame everyday. For every girl that can’t find a way out. For every girl that tried to shout to get away from all the pain caused by someone taking advantage of the voulnerable frame. For all girls that are too afraid to tell, who’s self respect was once high but with that violation fell. For every girl that cries at night recalling that monster that took what he wanted without a fight. It wasn’t your fault so stop living in shame. Remember ma nothing ever happens in rain. Speak out and yell for help, because your a survivor no longer a victim. No, you’ve become wiser. You have more strength than what you see. Don’t lock it up mama just let it be free. He molested your body and broke you down; made you a joke for everyone to clown. Don’t let him take your body and soul. What’s yours is still yours, so take back control.

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Genre: Nostalgia, Childhood, Humanity

Ndinike ubuntombi bam (Give back my virginity)
by Ntokozo Makeleni

Give back the exuberant days of my childhood mama
You let him torture me with exhausting kisses
Unbridled rounds
Exerting forces of anger unto me
I shudder
Convulse into the defunct graves of his pleasantry
Ripped, raped, round and round
Pleasantries abound
Commanding the earth to bring back my virginity a million times
And this nigga ask If he can hit it?
Mama ndinike ubuntombi bam
Mother give me my virginity
My childhood
I want to see and feel the red waters of my entirety trickle down my vigilant legs
I want to feel my breasts grow showily
Gnawing trough these restraints
My chest
Your yellow milk
It has become venous to me
Snakes never cared for their young so I cook and clean
Carry mortifying burdens with my incisors
And wash my hammered hands off of my mother’s disgraces
Wash away the three thousand nine hundred and ninety nine million times we held hands
Wash away the words thrown against walls these hands are tired of building
Wash away the night’s before birthdays
Wash away the beating stacatto against my chest
My mother
Your chest
I laid on for supposed
Hope
Affection
Kindness
Righteousness
Purity
And love Without knowing
Without knowing the rustled rotten patches of your heart
Without knowing the selfish pastures of your soul
Without knowing the hate brawling through your prestressed mind
And in and out your milk
This gall
In and out
Olubisi bujike bangukrakrayo kum
Thixo nditywine
Ndifuna ubuntombi bam kumamam
Ndinike ubuntombi bam

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Category: Childhood

That Monster, Poetry by Xiomara Colon

Give back my virginity, Poetry by Ntokozo Makeleni