Angry · sad · words

Jail bird

The white walls
The silence
The yelling
My fear
My numbness
How did I end up here
Bound
Forsaken
And forgotten.

The man at the podium with his hammer thought mw guilty
The twelve people who sat and listened to both sides of stories decided I was guilty
A lof of people thought I was guilty
But I’m not.

At sixteen I was being sex trafficked by a pimp
At sixteen my veins werr being pumped full of drug cocktails
At sixteen I was raped repeatedly on a daily basis
At sixteen they were breaking my will minute by minute. Continue reading “Jail bird”

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Angry · sad · words

Deathbed of dreams

There was a time I skipped to school
There was a time I dreamed of finishing school
There was a time I liked walking through the gates
There was a time I loved raising my hand in class to answer a question

But now I cower in the corner
With classmates a year younger than I
Afraid and ashamed of the words other people utter
I sit at the back, throat clogged with lead heavy words Continue reading “Deathbed of dreams”

Angry · words

Devil talons

It takes moments to loose something precious
It took me seconds to lose my innocence
It took an adult knowing what they were doing to rob me of a childhood
Palms clammy
Heart a flutter
Mind going numb
I stood like everyone else
Hands on the wall, still, and hoped none of my friends would mouth back
When you’re black, doing anything human in this part cold get you killed
Because it’s wrong, in the the eyes of the law
Like any day, that day was like any other,
It’s compton, my hometown, a place you love but fear equally
I hated being human and having to be subjected to routines that reduced us to beings lower than everyone else
The profiling
The underhanded handling Continue reading “Devil talons”

Angry · sad

Bitter past

Yesterday I sat on the verandah
A sunny day, carefree,
Ready for a new day, safe behind the walls of the house my father build
Today, I sit confined in strange walls,
The stench of sweat permiates the room
The booming voices of angry men, gunshots popping metres from me
My heart beats so fast, my shaking hands wrapped over my immobile legs
Footsteps walk to the small bed I was thrown on last night
The night and past few hours a blur
I hear screams, more girls are being hurled in
The thin sheet of sweat that has covered my skin from the moment they broke through our home a speck of reality
I’m not home Continue reading “Bitter past”