Broken Tomorrow Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

My tomorrow is died
They have taken that which
Nature endowed me with
I am left violated and in despair.
What shall shield me tomorrow?
The womb to bear my children is broken
Like a bottle of wine.
It was taken for granted by a rapist stranger.
He had eaten the forbidden fruit
Then left me broken
I could see the pieces disappearing into the air.

I was broken by he whom i confided in
Now my virginity is given away in tears
My tomorrow is gone and visions deserted
I could see my blood dropping like a loose beads
Now i sing alone to the wind
Song which is meant for mourners
No one seems to care about my predicament
No one cares about my pains
In life between roses and bullets.
Sufferness and agony visited as he ordered them
I washed the tissue away for a better tomorrow
Yet no better tomorrow for me
Since there won't be motherhood experience
In my sweet life.


Joy of mother hood is a child
But the joy fade when the womb
To bear the child is no more
My tomorrow is broken
But only takes Gods grace to repair the damaged tomorrow.