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I am precious my mother's daughter
Iiving in an incubus courtesy of an unfortunate past.
I was gruesomely robbed of something brighter than day .
The girl I was is as bright as the sun both morning and noon, a beautiful gazelle of gazers strike. Suddenly, life changed the whole piece of me with a prize I paid with blood.


My story tale to start and end on a sad note
He introduced me so early to pain, to this end I never knew innocence ever again.
He took it from me, my dignity that very ingredient to making me the woman of steel.
He made away with all that was good.
I'll say again, this beast murdered my innocence and stole my pride. He broke me down , abused and denied me the very essence of my name.




That night came like every other night. And there he goes violently taking his part of tearing mine apart for pleasure not worth enjoying. I fought against him as he trapped me .
I tried to resist and stay strong but my strength failed me. I battled that moment even with my weakest struggle this time, he won. While he remained inside it hurt and rendered me useless.



All that stound brought afterwards are images of branded into memory hot with pain, guilt and hurt flashing constantly inside my head. Always is the remembrance of an overpowering fright hijacking my soul. Thoughts boiling inside of me ,dying to be freed. It has to be told, I can't keep it a secret anymore. My words cut through the years with anguish ,the expression of that night was endless suffering And unwanted abuse of pain, a lost conscience and loads of aches that never ends.


It's time to move on ,
I know millions have gone through the same plight. Yes! I tell you, maybe their father,brother, teacher or stranger abuse ,hurt and subject them to molestation everyday.
They keep the silence and die in pain with no gain retaining the shame. This is what I'll do whenever, these thoughts come flashing again I'll gracefully replace them with the healing power of my mind and a better future. I'll hold unto these pictures as strength to perseverance and a promise that life will give a perfect circle when we find illumination in the resplendence of our haunted past and lift ourselves digging dip into the earth of our own character finding reasons to be great.
Its not my fault I was only a found victim of circumstance. I survived so would you.


Remember! that child you raped at nine that night,and thought was your past might be your own daughter at nine with same nightmare . Sad isn't it?
She might grow into the woman you call mother suffering same trauma . painful isn't it?
Your action that night became your reap of retribution, you sowed it and was never a curse.
I guess you'll be the happiest father now seeing your own daughter ripped apart.

This is the highest form of wickedness! What could be worst than this? MYsheeeeew