The shining stars,
The glowing moon,
The blowing winds,
Seasons come, seasons go,
Not even the night gown could hide,
Hide the curves her body had formed,
So perfect that her smile could be seen through her sleepy eyes,
Not even her father could stop a night thrust with her in mind,
She had grown into a full bodied African woman.
Her dreams were to wear the white gown down the aisle,
With a bunch of roses in her hands…
Her father, the renowned politician who secretly had sired more than a dozen,
Her father, the man she trusted with her life,
Her father…. the last she remembers was his last moan like a bull in the slaughter,
His body full of sweat.
Her rose was torn, she was in pain, she was disappointed, she hoped she could join her late mother,
Her father, the man she loved, how could she love another?
Her father, the man she trusted, had he done the same to her elder sisters?
Her elder sisters, is that why they never returned home after they left for college?
Is that why her mother had died of depression?
It must have been the emotional abuse…
She thought of her younger sister, she was angry at her elder sisters.
She had dreams of wearing a white gown, but now they are crushed…
She wanted to walk down the aisle, her father by her side,
To marry the man she loved, and give him her fresh rose…
She is dripping red, her gown is stained, she cannot love, she cannot trust,
She is out in the streets, draining foolish men of their wealth,
She has nothing to lose, men like her father, ready to prey on the juicy roses belong to hell,
She bleeds, she hurts, but she is on a mission,
Perhaps one day someone will capture the beauty in her, the bleeding rose,
But not today, today she’s drowning herself in some expensive whiskey as she plots against her father,
She has done enough of waiting, she just saw her younger sister coiling in her room crying after her father left the room,
Today she will put an end to all the defiling,
Today the whiskey will be her best friend,
Today will be the last of him…
Humming, “Daddy don’t touch me there” by Queen Ifrica.
Story recreated from a previous blog post I wrote… Bleeding Rose
The story is based on real life events showcasing the impact of domestic violence.
The girl’s dreams of a church wedding are crushed.
She is left hopeless, an alcoholic and a sex worker.
She realizes that her mother must have been emotionally abused in the relationship and that’s why she died of depression.
The girl seeks to murder her father after failing to cope with reality and after he defiles her younger sibling.
Photography: Iconic Media Ventures on Instagram
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Concept: rie_the_muse on Instagram
Makeup: sfx_by_rie on Instagram
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