She comes into my bedroom in the middle of the night
I close my eyes while my heartbeat in fright
I feel her hand come tightly over my mouth
I want to scream but I cannot shout
She drags off my boxers as if they are paper
And when she begins to wiggle
I think to myself, it's time to meet your maker.
It seems like eternity even though it was a mere hour
I race to the bathroom and try to wash away the pain in the shower.
The next morning she packs up her bags to catch her train
But before she leaves, she comes back into my room and does it again
I sit there feeling alone and ashamed,
Knowing there's no one else to blame.
I know she will be back next week
And to her she must feel like she is on a winning streak.
My mom doesn't know a thing
what she has done,
She doesn't even fret
And when she ask if it's okay she come to live with us
I always beg her,
Not yet.
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NEKU'S TALE
PoetryA Poetry Collection of Egbune Olise which also features poems written in the Nigerian Pidgin-English language.
