poetry

Women Like me Are Victims

His hands where so huge it covered my mouth and nose, pressing my head down to my bed after he forcefully pushed me on the floor and dropped me on the bed.

My effort to scream came to no avail, his hands stopped every form of life forcing it’s way out of me. He was so aggressive, so rough and so strong, I could feel the strength in his bones on me, he pressed his body against mine on the bed

 

I heard the sound of his belt and of a zip unzipping, fear came out through my eyes, I tried to scream again, but his hands had all too much control over me, I tried to push him off but strength was not on my side, tears came rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, they we’re hot and my eyes was hurting.

 

He forcefully dragged his trousers down, then I felt his hands inside my flare blue skirt, he removed by pant and teased my clitoris with his hands, he gave out a sound that was unpleasant and irritating to my ears and his red eyes closed for that second

 

Then he spread my legs with his other hand, the right one still on my mouth, for a second I didn’t feel his hands on my leg again, then I felt something hard and big forcing it’s way into me.

 

It was too big to enter so he forced it inside of me, I felt a sharp pain! I screamed out loud bitting his hands with my teeth, my eyes wide open and rears running down my cheeks, I had never felt anything like that in my life, I immediately felt some liquid between my legs but he did not stop, he slapped me for screaming and brought it out and took it inside of me, he did it continuously until I could screen no more, tears we’re falling off with no energy to push them out, I was there on the bed weak, blood coming out of me, thinking I was going to die, wanting to die because how can I bear seeing my father everyday for what he was doing to me.

 

My mother was crying outside because she could not tell anyone, the shame was too much for her to bear and the man of the house should be respected no matter what.

 

Alex, she protected the bastard, her husband, she said she has no family to go to so I should forget what he did to me.

 

Alex, she told me to forget! I cannot urinate again Alex, it comes out uncontrollably, I loose a lot of customers every night because my vagina smells and look disfigured, she told me to forget.

 

I am not the woman for you, allow me enjoy my body selling so I can feed myself, you deserve a woman that is not broken like me, I have nothing to offer, not even good sex, I will not know how to be a mother to your kids if I can give birth.

Allow me wallow in sorrow and self pity.

Women like me are victims and I’ve given up on moving on.

Fiction

©Funke Olotu

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66 thoughts on “Women Like me Are Victims

  1. this is scary…it makes me think that you are the person herself….saddened that this is so real in so many women life…they were victims that no body know of… even their mum can’t protect them.

  2. Heartbreaking story. I know it was fiction, but it’s not a fictional experience for many women. So sad that abusers continue to hurt others. 🙁

  3. Sometimes, I think traditional African women are brainwashed… Someone is violent and abusive, yet you respect him because he is the so called ”man of the house”… A real man of the house protects his family, cares and makes sure nothing evil comes near them.

    Good write up though.

  4. Sometimes, I think traditional African women are brainwashed… Someone is violent and abusive, yet you respect him because he is the so called ”man of the house”… A real man of the house protects his family, cares and makes sure nothing evil comes near them.

    Good write up though.

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