I want to scream. Or cry.
But my voice ran away the day
you laid your hands on me
and where there once was a river of tears
is now an empty desert;
unforgivingly fiery by day
with a life revoking frozenness at night.
–How Could You Ignore My Begging You To Stop?
- This poem was originally published in the She Will Speak Series’ Gender Based Violence Anthology under the pseudonym Nah B.