My Rape story

He was my uncle or so I called him
He was a friend or so I thought
He was lovely and harmless or so he made me think

He called me his daughter
he said I was his baby
I was only seven and his daughter was my friend

I was home alone when he came visiting
I thought of nothing when he said I should sit on his lap,
till his hand began traveling round my body.
His hand's fenced my mouth
he told me not to scream
he said let it be our secret
he called it our new game
it was a bloody game
I was his new toy and play thing
his fingers broke the cord
streams of blood flowed through my thighs
I saw my first flow at seven
i dont mean menstrual flow
It was a flow that created a mental hole filled with depression sealed with fear, tears my new company, inner joy now enemy

What was my offense? That I was a girl? That there is a path between my thighs?
What was my offence?that I was a child? That I was naïve ?since when did innocence became a crime?

Mama spoke well of him
He was papa's kin's man
Who could I Tell my story
My mouth is zipped with glue
This is a narration from a bleeding heart

#Signed sealed and delivered to the aching hearts Rabo Israel(RabJ)