Friday 13 June 2014

DOWN IN THE MOUTH

     


DOWN IN THE MOUTH

SHE CRIED
I  AM REALLY TIRED OF COMING TO THIS HOSPITAL
THE DRUGS MAKE ME WEAK AND SLEEPY
MY CLASS MATES LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE OF THE WAY I DOZE OFF IN CLASS
I TRY HARD TO BE AWAKE YOU KNOW, BUT THE DRUGS
THE DRUGS I TAKE ARE TOO MANY AND ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DROWSINESS
THE DOCTOR SAID I SHOULD TAKE A LOT OF WATER SO AS TO AID MY JOINTS
MY ROOM MATES SCOFF AT ME TOO BECAUSE I WET THE BED EVERY NIGHT.

MY THIGHS, WILL THEY EVER BE FAT?
MY PALE EYES WORRIES ME, WILL IT EVER BE NORMAL AGAIN?
I LOVE THE WAY YOUR CLOTHES LOOKS ON YOU
MINE WOULD JUST NEVER FIT ME THIS WAY
THERE IS A LOT TO HIDE UNDER MY CLOTHES
MY BELLY, MY CHEST AND MY ANKLES.

YOU SEE ALL THE SCARS ON MY SKIN?
THEY ARE FROM THE INJECTIONS AND DRIPS I HAVE BEEN TAKING
THE INJECTIONS DON’T HURT ANYMORE, THE PILLS HURT MORE
I HEARD GOD DIDN’T DO THIS TO ME BUT MUM AND DAD
DO THEY HATE ME THAT MUCH TO BRING ME THIS AGONY?
I CAN NOT PLAY HIDE AND SEEK WITH MY FRIENDS, THEY CALL ME FEEBLE.

IS THIS MY LIFE OR ANOTHER’S?
THE THOUGHT THAT I WILL BE NO MORE VERY SOON MAKES ME SCARED
I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW LONG I WILL BE HERE ALONE
DAD IS IN HIS GRAVE NOW AND MUM IS TIRED OF TAKING CARE OF ME
THAT IS WHY THEY KEPT ME HERE WITH YOU
CAN YOU, WILL YOU BE MY GUARDIAN?
THIS SICKLE CELL IS TAKING MY LIFE.
AS STREAMING TEARS ROLLED DOWN MY CHEEK
I GAVE HER A WARM HUG AND WHISPERED INTO HER EARS
DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?

                                                      Onyeneke Obiageli Stella says "please know your genotype"

Friday 6 June 2014

SAVED BY A PEELER



  

SAVED BY A PEELER

Don’t treat me this way
What do you want me to say?
Please doctor, could you make me disappear?
I am only an innocent little child
Can you not see that I am hurt too?

He knew he was stronger, he was using that
I begged him to stop as I appealed to his conscience
His desires just controlled him
All I did was protect me
The tears in my eyes and the words from my mouth couldn’t stop him

I struggled for help and reached for the peeler
Hoping it would scare him away
It just didn’t, he then put apart my legs
Thus, I hurriedly thrust the peeler in his neck where it fitted perfectly
That little sharp silver steel stopped him, he then let go

Now they say I have ended his life
Don’t put me through this trauma
He was supposed to take care of me
He rather chose to defile me
So the peeler made him kick the bucket

You all sit here and judge me
What if I let him and then ended my life afterwards
What then will you call him if he had lived?
Please I only tried to escape
From the man with a monster shape
The peeler only stopped the rape