‘Child Molester’
Saw him today I heard that he lived nearby. In the last 3 years living in this neighborhood, I never thought I would bump into him. However, when the memories from childhood would kick off my senses the faint trauma of his hands around my waist would sabotage all kinds of feminist strength in me. A child molester a child himself. A devilish smile loose morals with half grown teeth of Beelzebub Piercing Spreading his disease like a frightening concussion on my memories.
Now after ten years do you remember me? What you did? I was there standing on my porch your eyes glanced here and there You didn't recognize me. But I do that birthmark on your right cheek an inch under your eye socket. Your beard couldn't hide your face. It is you wrecking my memories once again. Since you forgot my face so you have forgotten the redness of your chick from my slap it's sound, my no, my resistance, the chase. Today I would walk up to you in the middle of the road and scream and slap you till you remember. My feet cemented in the ground I gaze until he disappears among the silent chaotic ocean of people but my conscience was on time travel.
I was just a child in that classroom finishing my lunch and bend over to put my box in my backpack when a hand grabbed my waist from the back the whisper sexy. The next thing remembers my hand your face and me running down the corridor until my feet hurt and I sat and cried. The recess was over the thought of sitting in the same classroom was revisiting that moment. People started talking till this day I don't know how others know. I was so ashamed that was so wrong. But the stigma od peers laughing and judging me. I walked far from your shadow but not from that memory where I have to hold myself captive.
#It can be anyone stranger or your peer, blood or foster, man or woman, home or alone. vigilance is all there is to it.
# More such pieces are on the line of the series of recollections of my series “Mirror and Silence”.