I look down and I don’t recognize myself
I tried hard,
To push my legs to go fast
but I guess theirs were faster than mine
Pushed,
To the wall of a filthy building
All I heard were ripples
I knew I had been caught!
Although I couldn’t register what was happening,
I heard grunts and painful moans of pleasure
As their hormones kept muttering ‘yes’
Whilst mine said ‘no’
Having reached their climax
They pulled and left,
As I picked the pieces of what was left of me,
Knowing that my pride was gone with them.
(c)S.O.Y
About The Author ~
Emmanuel Adedayo Ojelade with the pen name, Emmiasky Ojex is a Nigerian writer whose works are centered on humanitarianism.
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