Violated...

It scares and angers every part of me when i read of  the rape and abuse statistics in the world. What pains me is the number of these crimes that remain unreported due to religious, culutral and any other beliefes that perpetuate the violation of another human being be it Mentally, physically, sexually, and so on.


To be violated in any way slices at a part of your soul and you're never fully whole ever again. Well thats the way I see it.. Its really messed up cause everybody has got so much baggage of  their own to deal with that... Its just hard.
I have to be out about this cause it may be the emancipaition of another victim or for someone to know that you know wot... I am not the only one. I cannot even say I was one but i was NEARLY violated. Sexually. and thank God i wasn't because its stuff like sexual and emotional violation that completely transforms one's personality almost instantaeneously.


I do not know how many of you know Betty Makoni? For those of you that don't, Betty is a Zimbabwean  gender activisnt who founded the Girl Child Network. She was also awareded CNN HERO OF THE YEAR AWARD in 2009. Orphaned as a child and sexually abused, Betty Makoni has dedicated her life to protect and re-empower girls who have been victimized through sexual abuse. She and her extremely dedicated team rescue young girls and women from arranged marriages as well as assisting in women and girls who are in dire need of medical,pcychological or academic assistance..
I am all for WOMEN...dont get that twisted but there also a great number of men that are also VIOLATED it is just not out in there open.
To take advantage of someone for your own gratification, or to inflict pain,hurt and humiliation to exert your power is SICKENING. Karma is real . #justsaying.
so nehu.. I do tend to get all #emo about issues like this and when I am #emo I write to here goes:


Violated-By RuTendo DeNise (.R.)

They touched you in a way mummy said was wrong...
You were to weak to fight, the pain you felt was jus too strong...
The anger in you boils deep down inside...
You've become so bitter at times you wish you had died...
Violated in a way no amount of money can pay away...
Im sorry if my poem gives you flashbacks of that shitty day...
I hope one day you will be able to speak up and face the pain...
And that the culprits get more than they deserve to never do it again...




.R.

Life in the Diaspora...!

There is nothing that breaks my heart than not being able to just hang with my family and in the SAME ROOM, SAME SPACE...geez but now, everybody is constantly on the hustle, trying to chase that paper. Maaaan I'm tryna trace back to life BEFORE the DIASPORA... I HATE THE DIASPORA... Its taken my friends, separated me from my family but... It hasnt been all bad tho... I mean hey I get label clothing sent, accesories and stuff... WOOOO... #Sarcasm... I dont give a damn about material things... I wanna create and recreate memories with those I grew up with.. Those I love. Heck I wanna go for long walks in Greendale ringin intercoms and galavanting around H-town acting toooo coool.flip its been so long.. #emo.

Ok NOSTALGIA creeping in...! But as we grow older, the responsibilities that come with that are just too insane.Well sometimes. I mean hey, #It is wot it is But now, there is this misconception that when our dearly beloved brothers and sisters seek greener pastures the land far away is filled with milk and honey. tsk. if only we knew half of the **** people go thru JUST to make ends meet.

We read and hear stories of drug overdoses, prostitution, credit card fraud, cougar and madhara (older men) relationship just to get it all together. It breaks my heart. Thinking if s*** didnt hit the fan and we were all HOME and you know it was all ok How beautiful would it be... *SIGHS*

So nehu... the following poem is a mixture of wot I've been thru,wot my mates have been thru and wot I think a number of people that have left home go thru wen s*** hits the fan...!

Life in the Diaspora by RuTendo DeNise (.R.)

I sit by the window cigarette in one hand...

Thinkin how am i gonna get by in this foreign land...

I crave maguru aibikwa ne my mother... 

Going for long walks playin Mbira with my Father.

I light up the cigarette and deeply inhale...

I've lost so much weight i look deathly and pale. 

Overwhelmed by nostalgia my eyes begin to rain...

I'm losin my mind i swear i'm going insane. 

As tears burn thru my cheeks... i'm convinced i won't last a week. 

I yearn for my mother... there's noone in this land that i can call brother. 

I'm an invasion to their nation... 

Victim to their barbaric segregation.... 

Oh how i wish Dai ndime wamwe....

Tiri tose mu ZIMBABWE! 

*gee now i feel so home sick* :'(

mOre lOve...!

.R.

Mental Mensturation...!

Menstruation is the shedding of the uterine lining . It occurs on a regulaR basis in reproductive-age females of certain mammal species. Mental Mensturation on the other hand is the Shedding of  BS that clouds, clogs and clutters the mind...!

Here we go:

Mental Mensturation by RuTendo DeNise (.R.)

The revolution of the mind blueprinted by my mental mensturation...

The shedding of oppressed blood thru dissection and conformist rejection...

The rapture of the egg called my mind no longer to conceive...

Eyes opened, mind at ease no more bullshit to believe...

Mental mensturation of revolution and observation...

Its... the clotting of injustice, the pain of those that were slain...Period pain can get insane...

mais.... 

Mental revolution blueprinted by mental mensturation...

Booom baaaam releasing my mind from societal misconception....

Mental Mensturation blueprint to  .R.'s EMANCIPATION...!

HAVE A HAPPY PERIOD!!!

mOre lOve...!

.R.