Broken Girl

Broken… Broken indeed she is.
She is a broken girl.

She was pure, she was innocent;an angel indeed she was.
Birthed in artlessness, she was birthed into an evil world full of Beasts of unbridled passions and slaves to wantonness.
While the world was still new to her, while in her childlessness everything seemed beautiful and perfect; her innocence was stolen from her and perverted men made a woman of a mere child… a little girl.

While children of her age were in the Warmth of parenthood and love, she was in the horror of sexual abuse and horrible assaults; she was pierced by men old enough to be her fathers; she was toyed with by brutes whose devilish libidos have enslaved them to defilement and dis- virgining of girls under the ages of ten.
For years she is humiliated and ravaged and she grows into womanhood without an education but with a haunted history of sexual hurt.

She grows up without courtesy and dignity, without the knowledge of what is evil for evil is the only good she knows. She doesn’t know how to write her name, neither does she have any history of where she comes from; for she was stolen from her family or sold by her folks due to poverty and has been locked up in a fortress of Gommorah becoming the instrument of sodomy. She knows not what love and affection are but she knows a hundred and one ways of making sex.

This is all she has known for many years and this is what she would know her entirety if she is not rescued or doesn’t die from sexually transmitted diseases. Her flesh is spent and her body is aged. She is just a teenager but she looks like a woman in her thirties. The circles around her eyes and beneath her eyelids show that she is tired of life; in her own eyes she is nothing more than a soiled rag.

Looking into her eyes you see pain and hurts that words only fail to express, she is sad and shamed and her soul bears mortal wounds inflicted by long years of sexual insults. Her mind is dumb, her heart is cold, her soul is dead to men… they are all the same; swine mortals that prey upon women; that feed their lusts upon the bodies of female folks. She has lost all dignity; she has no honour within; her spirits lie defeated within

The world is no more real to her. It’s a grotesque picture of wounds and ills, void of good. Deity is non- existent; to her God ceased to exist, the day she walked into the hell of sodomy.
Her tears have longed dried, she’s hardened and braced to live her darkened life of sorrow and bleakness.
She is ravaged, She is cold,She is broken…
She is the broken girl.