PAINFULLY LOST

A Poem by Sanaa kwa mtaa

About cases of rape in robberies

A tap on the door,
A bang on the door,
A bellowing roar,
Open up, or else!!
Bang!!! the door falls off.

She could not see them,
they had hoods on them,
they had a foul smell,
the smell of destruction,
the foul foul smell of beasts.

Give us all your money!!
the sturdy figure bellowed,
she cowered and pointed,
a slim figure moved on,
came back with a bag.

She wimpered,
all she had saved now gone,
gone, gone, just like that,
from having to nothingness,
and in a flink of a minute.

Hold her down,
she had him bellow,
rough hands,
hard slap,
then
she felt it,
tearing her outside and inside,
she felt another one mount,
another one, another one.

she opened her eyes,
the nurse was there,
the reality was there,
she no longer had her pride,
she shed a tear,
a painful tear,
for what she had been saving,
saving hard fo marriage had gone,
gone so painfully.