Raped

When came first faced with fierce

running mothers errand

I thought I was too young and innocence

For the earth to devour

I thought it will ignore me

Or rather make no salivation of me

But his mustard of mercy,

For its eyes where dead,

And I had already fallen-in

No other way to go out.

Its eyes start-stared me

And me, for the fear of loosing mother’s money

I had to, so I started to run.

But his two steps where faster than the hundred I had taken

He toasted me to the earth

as though I have committed a crime.

I thought he wanted the money I fisted,

Which I gave it up.

But he knifed my peels from my skin

With his iron hands,

As his unsheathed paws

Run down my flesh –

on my secreted too.

my lips adhered to his palm

abide like glue.

Though I cried, but only tried.

his gear, my tear – torn into pools

pool of blood all over his rags and mine

It was him and I,

His brethren in act

The earth and the sun, the stars

All witnessed.