Days passed
weeks passed
Months passed
years passed
yet I had not seen ;
hmm;
the red moon
the pride of a woman
worried, confused
scared to tell my ;
innocent aunty
tell her what?
that I was pregnant
Who gave me the child?
her husband
raping me at night
loving the pleasure
always smiling
evil smile
while I was in pain
now the nemesis
She found out ;
yes she found out
he admitted it
shocked right?
yes he did
because the wife;
did what?
denied him pleasure
pleasure of what?
pleasure of the bed
so he used me ;
as what ?
a tool
now look;
a fifteen years
pregnant girl
they forced me out;
out of the house
because of a sin;
I did not want to commit
it was a murder;
because I was becoming a mother
Looking helpless on the street
but later found the shelter
gave birth;
named him Peace
because he brought him peace;
yes peace I say
i found my peace;
outside a home of abuse
discovered a talent;
of creativity and patience
of self care and tender heart
I forgive them
tell peace a story;
when he grows older
Hmm a painful story indeed
Kudos to the single mothers out there
Love you all
From a mess to a message
From a test to a testimony
A story of love;
care and patience