Poetry

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By

Okoli Stephen Nonso

My Scars Are Not Dead

So many years have passed,

but my stomach still holds the past.

Yesterday is written all over me.

I carry it everywhere I go.

The wound I carry for years,

is so deep and fresh,

it hurts, though it doesn’t bleed.

Amorous men have made me dumb.

The dumbness has made me numb

I was scared to tell my tales.

I’ve endured since I was five.

I told him it hurts, he still tried it.

And I didn’t say no.

Not because I enjoyed it,

But saying no to elders is rude.

I didn’t tell Mom,

not because it was fun,

But I was just five and I was warned.

The pedophile took my worth, innocence

and my voice.

He even may come tomorrow for my kids.

Justice!

Please give me a voice,

for as long as he lives,

My scars are not dead.

Okoli Stephen Nonso

Okoli Stephen Nonso was born in Zaria, Kaduna state, Nigeria. He is a writer and a poetpreneur. A number of his works has been published in some reputable blogs.

His poems come from the heart and a desire to share words of joy and happiness. He believes that poetry can be used as a tool to solving societal ills.