The Property of Isis
Young girl with a family in peace.
Living with a father that teach.
And a mother so sweet.
15 years of age.
Happiness was what she gave.
Her knowledge about the world blooms like a lavender flower in a bright spring day.
In her neighborhood children playing with each other in the sandy grounds of Iraq.
Grandparents sharing stories about the past.
Parents always make funny jokes for the young adults to listen and laugh.
Until one day, the rebels came in a pack.
Hurriedly pushing through her father’s wooden gates like the gates were made out of rust.
They were coming for her father, that she knew.
Adults running with their children in their arms; the fear grew.
Rebels taking them out one by one was a must.
As they were finished with the others; God rest their kind souls.
It was her father’s turn to receive the blow.
He took one look at his only child.
Prayed for the gods to help her future endeavors for a while.
Tears roll down her cheeks as she grips the stone cold wall.
The evil men kicked his back legs and he began to fall.
To his knees he went; he will be shot in a sec.
Gun pointing to his head.
The islamic rights they had read.
PLOW! The sound meant death.
He was gone forever.
And she is now left with no father.
As she thought the violence was over.
They called in more men to torture.
Took out the girls one by one.
Ordered them to be as sex slaves; that left her completely stunned.
Scared for her life as she followed.
Looked at the men with stone cold hearts with guns.
Imagining what their parents think of their crimes.
After their kill; time after time.
As a sex slave.
She knew that life would not be the same.
Years goes by and she is now 18 years of age.
Passed around like bread on a dinner table; she was still a sex slave.
The emotions were running sky high.
Day after day; grown desperate men wanted a piece of her thigh.
For she is meat in their vision.
Spit on by men who greeds sexual pleasures.
Buying them off from a group called ISIS; the high all mighty power.
She was raped till her tissues ripped away from her skin.
Never once will she ever get her pride again.
As she hears the bidding going on in the background.
She hopes that justice for all women will be found.
This girl had “the property of isis” tattooed beneath her vulnerable skin.
The power over these girls shows they will win.
Whatever they can do to prove they are better.
They turned innocent women into beggars.
Not begging for money from their big eyes.
But begging for the light of hope to survive.
Everybody needs a helping hand.
Someone who can really understand.
So take this time to pray for justice.
And bring down ISIS who had caused this evil destruction.
choisiwongirl aka Nikki 