She stood in the shadows screaming 
Never saying a word 
She looked in the distance wailing 
Never seeing a soul 
She listened for a long time moaning 
Never hearing a sound 
Her tales are endless 
Tales of anguish 
Tales of pain 
Tales of sorrow 
Tales of shame 
Wounds that never seems to heal 
Misused and abused not respected but rejected 
A woman of much scorn 
She was tarnished 
She has lost all affection 
She hated to be touched 
Hated to be embraced 
Hated the sight of all men 
They tormented her 
She was overwhelmed with panic attacks 
They gripped her painstakingly 
Her cries for help were never heard 
She sort refuge in dark and dismal places 
She shun every crowded street to trod down lonely places 
A safe heaven a comfortable get away for her 
Day in and day out she lived in constant fear.....fear of being rapped 
Fear of being sodomized 
Fear of losing sanity 
It bereaved her 
Every look every stare accelerated the blood running through her veins and paralyzed her soul 
Those looks brought shame and guilt to her she was sure that everyone knew what she had done how terribly bab she was 
She was badgered by criticizing thoughts 
Was it me? 
Did I encourage this? 
Did I welcome this awful tradegy? 
Was I to be blamed? 
God gave me a mouth,why did I not say anything? 
People must think I'm slack to have allowed such things to happen 
That's why it continues to repeat itself again and again and again 
She was angry sad bitter 
The hurt the pain and the shame were more than she could bear 
Her emotions formed a whirlwind in her head 
Death seemed to be a comfort for her, she sought it but it never came 
She was burdened and wanted to be set free 
She searched tirelessly for a getaway but her back was against the wall freedom was not in sight. 
Moments of intimacy were torture to her...passionless 
She felt nothing 
Thought nothing 
Said nothing 
She laid there motionless pretending it was all good but in essence she was never really there 
She felt violated 
She wanted to scream but her voice was all choked up 
She wanted to lash out but her hands were all coiled up 
She wanted to push them away but she was comatose 
They were predators heartless demanding criminals 
Who tore through her flesh ruthlessly 
Invading her private space and defiling her childhood 
They robbed her of her innocence by attacking the very roots of her being 
The most precious part of her existence 
Self gratification did nothing to ease her pain 
Neither did excommunication 
Being pregnant was the epitome of her distress 
She hated the one who had impregnated her 
She wanted to strangle him kill him he was a demon in her eyes for no good and decent person would do such a thing 
She was a great mother inspite of her struggles but there were times she couldn't bring herself to embrace the male child 
Not that she didn't love him but after all he was a MALE 
I saw her and I knew 
Her eyes said it all, they're the window to her broken troubled soul 
Her crushed spirit and her messed up mind 
She was overshadowed with a spirit of heaviness 
A damsel in need of healing words warm hugs 
Reassuring word and undivided attention 
She needed someone to show they 
TRULY 
Someone to put this ragging tempest to rest 
But no one took the time 
No one shared her pains 
No one saw her tears 
No one saw her scars of misery and no one that was anyone belived her story. 
So she kept it all bottles up inside fermenting an animosity and distaste for all men 
Pinning away in her despair but never giving herself away 
A black woman of many pains 
Imprisoned in her own Guantanamo Bay 
Trapped by shackles she sort to break 
Her suffering were boundless they ran deep beyond the ocean floor 
High above the starry skies and lengths across the width of the earth 
She had dreams