Mazi Chukwuemeka Muoneke

Notice of absence from Mazi Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.


I'm the daughter of Zion
Daily I pray the Rosary
Presenting my supplications 
to Yahweh. 

Tell my tales to my parents 
That I'm off to the streets, 
I'm tired of acting sister Mary 
I'm off to wine and dine 
With sugar daddies,
Hopefully, they will turn my shame into fame.

For these years I held unto the Faith, 
Virginity my only pride, 
Daily, I'm emotionally oppressed, 
By my gender who sees me as naive. 

At choir rehearsals, 
Choir master on my neck, 
He text and call me to come, 
Promising that my coming, 
Will make me cum. 

After each rehearsal, 
He greets me with a holy hug, 
Putting my emotions at war, 
At night I hardly sleep. 

During holy communion, 
I see him walk like a saint, 
He pulls his tongue like that of snake, 
To receive the Body of Christ. 

Beside me, 
He kneels to mutter some prayers, 
While his hand runs through my thighs, 
My emotions set on fire, 
Where is my escape route? 


  • Author: Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2024 06:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on religion and life within and outside the canopy of religion. The female gender is harassed on daily basis, and this sexual harassment triggers ungodly behaviour that pushes them to the streets.
  • Category: Religion
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