Raped, the story of Cecile

I was walking the street like usual, 

I did only know that way back home.

There was no shortcut, it was straight. 

Ohhh, and I was 10... but I was raped.

I think I will never forget what happened,
I am forever stained, I feel dirty.

I prayed every morning,

I asked God to put peace in the world,

I have asked him to bless everyone,

even people who had a bad heart.

It was quiet, it has always been.

That is why I like home.

But the quiet of that day was bad,

they came from nowhere and grabbed me. 

I was just a kid, 

powerless and physically weak. 

They put me on the ground, 

Actually, they pushed to the ground.

They were violent, 

I wondered if I prayed for them too. 

"God did you make them to your Image?"

Why was I chosen?

why does something like has to be?

As a girl I could feel it.

I felt it like never before. 

It was supposed to be an act of love,

But I was done it as if I was hated. 

I was raped (part 1)

I have decided to write down the story of Cecile, just like 1.2 millions women and children are raped nearly a year (stat from 2015), who cannot say their story and let people know how they feel.

As a writer and blogger, it is not just about giving them a voice but sympathising with them. 

There is a difficult assimilation process to put yourself in the shoe of the victim. I could only feel the emotional pain. I could not even imagine how it feels physically.