She said to me, I did all I was taught to do.
Covered myself, face, chest, hands, tights and boobs, I had layers and layers of cover, Yet the night didn’t save me.
She said to me, I had the locks, the padlocks, the bolts, the knobs and keys, I had all the chains and metals, ringed through for defense, I promise this caution wasn’t in my head, I did all I was suppose to do, but the dark still wouldn’t save me.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t polite enough, it wasn’t that I didn’t say No, please stop a thousand time, it wasn’t that my shape and form were flaunted and bared, it wasn’t that I didn’t beg him to stop. But you see, the night just wouldn’t protect me.
It’s the deliverer who was suppose to listen to my confession, save me from my fears, he was suppose to help me learn to heal, it was the pulpit man, who was to hear me, and teach me not to drown in my fears, it was the same temple hustler that made the night long. You know, the night just wouldn’t save
He tore my layers of protection, discarded my defenses and chains, he dug deep into me, even as I beg him not to take away my only hope of being. I pleaded that he let me go for the sake of his idol, It was the sermon sharer who invited the devil to shatter my walls, made me vociferous and and labeled me angry.
I was angry yesterday,because a benighted niggard unlocked my bolts and made away with the key, I was angry yesterday because this temple of mine has become a common place of desecration for debauchers.
But today, I feel safe, safe in the hands of my tribes speaking their truth, I wear happiness, as I join the legion of women louding my voice. Today my safety is secured in the numbers of warriors fighting my ravagers, today I take back my power, my afflatus comes form the babel of tongues of these strong amazons. Today, my voice wins me victory.
Today, the night dare not to betray me.
