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Waiting to be avenged!

Poetry By: Inabat
Poetry



The poem portrays the feelings of a young girl who has been sexually abused by her father's friend.Sexual abuse is a horrifying experience for any child and what is really sad is that it is rampant and often the predators happen to be friends and relatives.
The protagonist of my poem fails to communicate her experience to her mother as she lives in a society where such things are not discussed.Her secret pain and anger transform into a deeply embedded desire for revenge.

Hope you like the poem:)


Submitted:Jan 15, 2014    Reads: 127    Comments: 18    Likes: 6   


I vividly remember that day in December

When sitting in the hamaam

Happy,cozy and warm

I was reading Little Red Riding Hood

Until the Big Bad Wolf came,feigning smiles

And in one big bite,gulped down my childhood

******

He was a f(r)iend daddy met that year

He smiled at me evoking a strange fear

He offered me candy and called me "dear"

Then his breath quickened and there was nothing I could do

I just couldn't move as if someone said "statue!"

******

I couldn't understand but it didn't feel right

The way he kissed and held me tight

I felt numb and just turned dumb

But a voice in my little head repeatedly said

"I hate this man and I wish him dead"

******

It left me shaken and my little heart broken

Irreparably.Like Humpty Dumpty

As he left,I called him dog,dog and pig

For those were the only abuses I could dig

From my seven year old vocabulary

*****

I felt like telling mummy the cause of my rage

Though it was a dark dark secret , too risque for my age

But everytime I tried ,the words stuck in my throat

Caught in a snare,they remained there,there,there

Others learnt it with time, as they grew

But I knew even then that truth was taboo

*****

Thank God I never had to see him again

But I still feel the pain as I did back then

I've grown ten years thence as my vengeance

For me,trust has rusted and forgiveness is passe

I wish I could shoot the bastard and call it a day!

*****





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