Uncharted Territory

"Yamaza!" he exclaimed, pulling her into his small dark house.

All she could smell was the foul smell of alcohol all over his clothes.

The light was creeping through the cracks of the window and door.

She cried, yelled and screamed at the top of her lungs trying to fight him off.

But no matter how much she tried, he always found a way back on top of her.

Every time he would get back on top, he'd thrust harder and it hurt her more.

She felt defeated with no more fight left in her six-year-old body.

She laid there with tears rolling down her already red, scared face.

Eyes closed because seeing his face made that moment much more unbearable.

She continued to cry, not sure what she had done to deserve such torture.

He mama always taught her God sees and hears all, but she wondered where he was now.

He proceeded to touch her, found his way back into her small virgin body.

Bulldozed the walls that we meant to protect her sacred innocence.

He groaned and moaned as he made his way into her uncharted territory.

The pain that she was experiencing was unlike anything she had ever felt.

he finished doing his deed, jumped off her but she still laid there lifelessly.

Thinking that she couldn't wait until this would be another part of her history.

She was brought back to the moment with another yell from her perpetrator.

"Kwenda!" he yelled, she mastered all the strength she had left in her body.

Determined to run as far as she could and never to look back at that brute.

She ran, tears falling, legs trembling, she was embarrassed, scared and ashamed.

Although she was the victim, she felt as though she was the one who had committed the crime.

To hide the shame, she swore never to speak of that day to anyone.