Saturday draws to a close and fear sets in.
With Sunday comes the realization that I will have to see him.
My mother picks out my clothes and prepares me for church.
I am immaculately dressed and ready to meet my abuser.
She kisses me
As she betrays me.
She knows fully that the man of God abuses me
But she refuses to protect me.
At church I hear him speak but I refuse to listen.
How can he speak of good when he robs me of my childhood?
I'm a child yet he finds pleasure in me.
I'm a child yet he shares a bed with me like he does his wife.
I'm a child yet he finds satisfaction in my undeveloped physique.
He continues to speak
And my knees become weak.
The congregation smiles at me
Behind closed doors they know he takes pleasure in young girls.
I'm a child who is now scarred
I'm a girl who lost her purity to my only father figure.
Will you forget me?
Or will you save what's left of me?
My name is Saccheen Laing and I'm a very passionate poet and writer. I self published four poetry books and aspire to keep on sharing my poetry and motivational quotes with the world. I attended the Wolmer's Trust High School For Girls and later went on to get my B.A in Communications Arts and Technology specializing in Journalism from the University of Technology. What drives my writing is to encourage young people that they should always follow their passion regardless of its popularity. Go after what you love and put your all into it because you never truly live until you find your purpose. Poetry isn't what is particularly popular but it is my way of inspiring and letting my voice be heard.
Youth, ages 14 - 26, from all over the world, talking up. #TalkUpYout