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SECRETS by Nwaogu Chinenye Cynthia


Day 76
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge


There was silence,
As I laid still on the bed
With lights turned on a masked face

The drugs couldn't cloud the memories
I learnt never to be me anymore
I wanted to be beautiful
To have that perfect body
With the amazing Instagram life
Being skinny made life unbearable for me

Last night he pushed his groin
So hard into my mouth
I could almost taste my own blood choking me
I could neither cry nor scream
While he used my body as a tool for his pleasure

I wondered if my mother was listening
He wasn't the first
So I felt no pain
It was worth the money

Now my body lies here
Under the knives
Where my soul is in need of a surgery
Yet no one knows...
I am the shard of a beautiful girl.

Nwaogu Chinenye Cynthia is a student of the University of Calabar,a lover of both arts and literature. Chinenye says "I create as I speak for my mind bore the thoughts "




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