The unruly companion
Who smells tobacco yet waits for an unlucky partner to bear the wicked manhood to bare
And enjoy every tear of her cry

I don't think the wicked manhood
in between the legs will be blessed
any day he rapes

The very wicked manhood
That rapes for pleasure but never feel the
pains of the soul that cry for help

Heels dug in this tug of war
As she is denied of her breath
And chocked on the floor
For the wicked manhood to let loose

She is defeated and he is victorious
To walk into his dreams

But she walks into a nightmare.
A nightmare of bleeding heart or a call to eternal rest
Filled with basket of tears and tons of anger

Yet
No one sees
The pains in her chin
As she cry herself to sleep
And dry all tears by herself

Let the wicked manhood in between the legs
Be chopped off as compensation for the victims

Listen
Yell at the top of your lungs
To be a voice for those
Who have prisoner tongues
Against rape



Sunday Oyinmiebi