Dis lines no calm at all...!!!

Dis lines no calm at all
Cos my mind dey voke, 
Invoking wailings of unheard cries buried.
and my blurry eyes dey scary to even look at.
My dairies and memories of swallowed grudges,
grudges of pains and stains of blood on sheets.
No mistake am for virginity but in-sanitized mutilation, 
frustration and humiliation wey dem take hammer,
dem wey 'we' call 'men.'
Cos true talk na women nuture 'we' 'men'
So dem no be prey,
abeg shun violence.

You wey say sound of her cry,
Dey make you high,
When your conji high,
Na her thigh you rely on.
Lie for same bed lie give her say na,
Culture palle pickin secret,
you no need fly to call you winch (witch).
Palle like you na your daughter,
you dey burst so,
She no be prey,
abeg shun violence.

How much be sorry for market,
Or the cost of care for Ariaria?
How much be smiles for your face?
Or the cost of affection for your heart?
How much eee even cost for your to pay attention to this?
We call men to true talk,
women no be prey
My people, 
abeg shun violence

By 
D-Ray

INFECTED.....!!!!!

Uninvited, he crept to my bed

i heard him whisper above me, 

he sounded so brave.

We were so close like butter on bread

but i couldn't respond, 

sleep got me in her cave

Hungrily, he broke my chrysalis from her cocoon

and then i felt the rough penetration.

Painful gasps escaped my throat,

in a broken tune

It was an itchy sweet sensation

He pushed harder and extracted

and then I felt it, I was loosing blood.

I slapped the sore spot, highly irritated

and then his kinsmen came in like a flood.

They buzzed around me accusing me of murder.

The evidence, the dried blood stains on my palm.

It had been a skin to skin act on me and no other.

I jolted out of sleep,

i had been infected.

DAMN!

I wish i had taken protection.

I rushed for my pills around my area.

I knew i had the infection because,

he had done it skin to skin,
now i think i have Malaria

......marvel****mabel