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SAY NO TO RAPE by IG Abiaobo Jr.

Day 47
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge


I cried through the night,

beckoning on the moon and stars

to bear my battered soul witness,

to peruse the torn through patches

that lit the outskirts of a once

beautiful rose pictured gown,

the palm markings of a beastly

yet, nigh cowardly sociopath

stretched across the light of my skin,

to feel with me,

the aching wickedness singing

within the walls of my private,

to bear witness to the gruesome,

malicious and wickedly thought out

robbery of the passionate

and warming designed dreams

sketched in the heart of my heart,

of how and with whom,

my status will read

'Madly in love, married, deflowered,'

to place curses on the faceless

yet, familiarly placed wickedness

that forced my thighs apart,

that slapped my features apart,

that spat on my existence,

all for the selfish, sickly pleasures

of their hell built wanton loins,

to inject pain into their every minute,

and turn their every laughter

into tears from repeated thought

of guilt and the harshness of loss,

of nightmares, prophesying truths

of days to come when their loins

will heat up like the singing ocean

and explode like shy volcanoes,

whilst they experience consistently,

every pain humorously inflicted,

till death's eyes find their roofs

and they return pleading on;

'Say NO to rape.'



Ignatius Inyang Abiaobo (IG Abiaobo Jr.) is a Chemist, Poet, Writer, Music and Novel lover. He is an advocate for Unity, Peace and Beauty in diversity. Some people say that reading books aid to change the way in which people look at life; while poetry actually changes lifes, and he believes that because like many out there, poetry did infact change his life. He hails from Ikot Ekpene L.G.A of Akwa Ibom State."



Photo credit - Emmanuel Oyeleke

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