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.

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