My blood boils like water on fire!
Who steals from a sacred temple
That once gave him sleeping space?
Must be an it!
Who acts evil
Grazing holes that hid him from his enemies
When they chased his formation?
It must be an it
Who embarrasses a goddess
Whose tears turn into rains of curses?
It must definitely be an it!
Who shows a gate that looks
Like one he came from in his vulnerableness?
Must be an IT!
Rain of curses
Come down in forces
I join your horses
To chase these causes
Keep them in loses
As pain be their bosses
Taunt their pulses
And make them end in their worst!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)2015
This poem is dedicated to all who have seffered rape and have had their nakedness shared in public to tarnish their images. I say this, any man born of a woman who will be that callous to disrespect a woman is cursed and will forever be cursed. My prayers are with all who have suffered. I feel your tears. I feel your pain, I share in your embarrassment. So whenever you walk, be proud and know you did nothing, feel no shame because you are not to blame. The Lord God knows those who did so wrong. And those sharing those pictures, please, in the name of whatever you hold dear, stop sharing the pictures from the Takoradi gang rape saga. Have and show some decency!