No
By Sharon Maria Moemise
Cast in concrete, memories of when
I became a woman, forced by men
All I feared became a reality just as
the traces of childhood ran past
Shadows, whafting a stale sweat smell
Grabbing at me just as I fell
No one heard me shouting, screaming
No! They pushed, breathing, heaving
A child ran past, looking, seeing
A girl frightened, stripped of her being
No-one listened, five beasts saw
As I crawled away, shamed, beaten raw
No! A woman's cry, a girl's plea...
A sigh, a moan... A spirit set free
The decision to bear your shame
Tainted woman, that's your name
Pain, hurt and mostly the shame
Knowing, not telling, accepting blame
A childhood robbed, cruelly stolen
A web of vengeance, hate, slowly woven.
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Author:
SharonMoemise (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If I could, I wouldn't tell it in detail. This is another of those times that I'd rather forget. My life story is filled with paragraphs of sadness, mental, emotional and physical abuse. Every chapter in my life could be a "dear diary" moment, but if I allow it to be, then I'm not coming out the intellectual, but the coward. My abusers had their 45 minutes of fame when they were on top, but now, I'm turning the episode in my favour. I'm the woman on top now. I'm here to tell my story, boldly, tastefully and I get to enjoy the free therapy from those who read and understand that i just stopped being the victim.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
I've lived. In South Africa and like India, rape is very common there. This is a brave strong poem of abuse written in wonderful rhyming and amazing wordings. Poignant topic but very worthy of writing about. Kudos.
U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too . I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
Thanks for your wonderful comment. I will read your work and give my honest comments on it.
Thanks you SHARON for another paradoxical poem. I appreciate that technically you are a classical poet with fine tuned consideration of rhyme and rhythm and each word carefully weighted ~ in that respect we love you and can all learn from you. Into this most finely honed poetic framework you sometimes place the most erotic of stories ~ and in this case the most harrowing. The structure comes from your head ~ the subject straight from your loving generous and scarred heart ! This is PERFECT POETRY. Bevause you are so precious the picture you paint of an abused and used innocent girl makes me cry ! This is PERFECT POETRY and for this and for being uniquely YOU ~ I LOVE YOU ~ BRIAN XOX
Brian, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Lots and lots of love
I was so sad to read this, Sharon, but I think that poetry is at its best when it invokes some kind of emotion from the reader, and it only goes to show how good the writing really is since you achieved this with such a difficult topic. Despite the vile experience that you've had, you have worked raw emotion into a piece which flaunts your inner strength. Truly remarkable xx
Thank you very very much
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