20 years old
\nA Yazidi women
\nEthnically Kurdish
\nHer community she
\nVery religious
\nTo be a minority
\nIn Northern Iraq
\nWhere no one is free<\/p>\n
Living with fear
\nWith dread and with awe
\nTears one’s soul from one’s body
\nDeep into one’s core
\nEvery waking hour worrying
\nWondering when
\ntotal uneasiness
\nAbout the men<\/p>\n
The intimidation
\nIt threatens to make
\nAlarming impressions
\nFor anyone’s sake
\nDistrustful and doubtful
\nAbout life itself
\nAnxious and shaking
\nStuck on a shelf<\/p>\n
And then it happens
\nISIL arrive
\nAggression and evil
\nCan I suvive?
\nIts very distressing
\nWhat can I do
\nAll this noise
\nAll this shouting
\nA sinister few<\/p>\n
It preys on your mind
\nThere isnt an hour
\nWhen your heart is not beating
\nAnd inside you cower
\nYou hope you find coursge
\nThe warrior may
\nTake on the battle
\nAnd despairingly say<\/p>\n
I was captured in Sinjar
\nAnd taken away
\nTo Syria and sold
\nSomeone did pay
\nMoney for me
\nI had become
\na sex slave at 20
\nMy body was numb<\/p>\n
bereft of hope
\nWhat might happen to me
\nThings just seemed ominous
\nWhere would i be
\nI mustn’t lose heart
\nThen this white guy
\nSaid I
\nNow belonged to him
\nI wanted to cry<\/p>\n
This hideous man
\nWhite skinned
\nA black beard
\nHe a jihardi
\nThose men I feared
\nHe wanted my body
\nAlthough he said I
\nWas not a muslim
\nBut was worth a try<\/p>\n
He took me by force
\nIt was painful as hell
\nHe defaced my spirit
\nAnd he did smell
\nHe was unclean
\nBut I had to be
\nRaped by him hurt by him
\nAnd constantly<\/p>\n
All of the time
\nHis mantra was I
\nWas dirty was filthy
\nWhich then was why
\nHe showered after
\nDoing me
\nThen said his prayers
\nBut he was proudly
\nExposing his wares<\/p>\n
You should be muslim
\nHe screamed at me, YOU
\nShould make out you love me
\nWhatever I do
\nI felt really sick
\nFor yazidi’s like me
\nAre virgins we solemnly
\nDid want to be<\/p>\n
But all that was over
\nRavished was I
\nBy a filthy Anerican
\nA muslim guy
\nPreaching the koran
\nAt the top of his voice
\nAnd leaving me bleeding
\nAnd having no choice<\/p>\n
Inside me i wept
\nI deplored what he’d done
\nI was terribly sore
\nI just wanted to run
\nAnywhere run like the wind anywhere
\nI held back my tears
\nSwallowed up with despair<\/p>\n
This world is a sickness
\nThe suffering do
\nFeel so much torment
\nIt really cuts through
\nInternal damnation
\nSadness and grief
\nComplete desolation
\nAnd lack of belief<\/p>\n
I was a flower
\nIn my dear mothers eyes
\nAnd now i’d been raped
\nAt gunpoint my thighs
\nWere swollen and bruised
\nI felt dirty as hell
\nAnd although he was gone
\nI could still smell his smell<\/p>\n
His stench filled my nostrils
\nProstrate was I
\nMy clothes were all torn
\nI was, far from dry
\nMy wretchedness took me to realms
\nTo nightmares
\nAnd all I was left with
\nWere yazidi prayers<\/p>\n
“Hardwired” had helped me
\nGet to the US
\nTo talk to the people
\nIn the congress
\nMy harrowing story
\nHad to be heard
\nAll the pain and the bitterness
\nOf every word.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
20 years old A Yazidi women Ethnically Kurdish Her community she Very religious To be a minority In Northern Iraq Where no one is free Living with fear With dread and with awe Tears one’s soul from one’s body Deep … Continue reading