THE VOICE by Nassali Shammah Cecilia, Nakimera Rebecca and Murungi Daphine

I turned sixteen
He called me sweet
He took me out
And I thought it sweet
He called me his
And I thought it was a joke
As stupid as a sheep
I didn’t read between the lines
Maybe it was the way I dressed
Or the breakfast that he misunderstood
Maybe he didn’t get enough from aunt
And I was just what he wanted
Maybe it was his fault
Or the fault of his desires
And maybe, just maybe I was to blame
For what happened
Nightmares as many as the stars
Fears that the past could repeat itself
Jokes,I cant seem to take innocently anymore
And the threats that he sends to silence me
Make me think death isn’t nearly as bad
Maybe what I need is someone
To hold out their hands and tell me
That am not alone and it will be okay
Even then, life would have been easier
And way much lighter and brighter
I wish someone could tell me
What to do with myself
But now I cant say a thing
It is my world against his
How much more must I suffer?

Author: Open Mic

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