The Abused Poem by Jessica Ufuoma

Oh such a sweet piercing pain!
A goan from inward mind to tame. Seeking to plunge into the river,
Seeking to drown away the pain.
Going into and been brought forth as if it could drown away the pain,
Yet realizing in agony that the river is the pain.

It drowns all wounds and yet pops out all wounds.
And sends souls to wander away.
Tides he will cause, send abuse away.
How can a womb that brings forth life, spits verbal swine to kill the Life?
Or does it not bother the black mankind?
Or they render ignorant normal norm,
that can sharpen a sword,
To slay the life's world.

If the water or womb seems to be this time, the one to spit out any kind of verbal swine
He not only cause tides to the waters, his rage would bring fangs ready to dine.
Don't blame her if she goes to the men to seek for cure,
a verbal swine as torn her to the core.

Oh now! the waters should drown his pain.
He shouldn't hear echoes of his own voice,
He shouldn't get drown of his own choice.
They should teach him to swim, to swim out of his dark realm.
The verbal swine should be killed,
For him to be redeemed.