Kingsli is a Zimbabwean young entrepreneur residing in Birmingham. He is a youth representative for the homeless in parliament. Kingsli speaks about the psychological, physical, emotional and spiritual impact of child sexual abuse in another powerful poem.
I usually have daily routines where I take time
and find quiet places to think
As I am one of those fools that despise the idea of finding a book to read
I walked down a path one day till I reached a river
Only to find a vulnerable girl holding a rope and oh she couldn't help but
shiver.
I quickly reached out as she was tying the last knot
"Hold on," I said to her but she quickly responded, "am Opting
out"
"I have had many nights of pure
unadulterated passion, nights where I am unable to properly function the next
day as my body is trying to reboot
Only because my own father has been threatening
to shoot
Tears I have cried, now they have dried, it seriously looks like a drought
Screams I have screamed, now with my broken chords I can't even shout
Scars all over my body and broken confidence, it's all a product of rape
It is my own father that broke my back before I even got a shape
Even in a world where there is so much information about pleasure
My own father still finds it pleasurable to demolish my treasure
Will I grow and be accepted as a normal being in this world of lust
Or it's going to the norm, where everyday sex is a must."
She dropped her last tear as she told me to say my last words before she hangs
herself on a tree
I said girl you're beautiful, come with me and one day you will be free
By Kingsli
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