Untouched

Posted by taiwo odumala 216 views Editor's Picks, Poetry

Apr 172012

Twelve…
He sees the shadow
Fall upon him
He knows it’s a she.
Her gaze like the scorching sun
On a hot afternoon
It’s a dream
…Nothing is real.

Fifteen…
She is no more the night prowler
This time, her boldness, she wore like the ‘gele’
No more stealing the icing
Now she touches and kisses
And promises and threatens
Yet he is ‘untouched’
…No one must know

Twenty-one…
Now he is scared
Afraid of touching,
Of being touched,
Of women.
Unusual yet real
The man inside screams
But the outer man smiles
‘Why me’? he asks
Who should it have been?
…Another innocent victim

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taiwo odumala @queenzayta

I simply love reading and writing, mostly poetry and narratives. I hope to travel the world someday as a UN ambassador, knowing I got there through hard-work and determination. I also hope to share with you my world; the one inside my head.

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