Turqo’s Story

Turqo’s  Story

She is a woman of Yazidi Folks

On her eyes she wears Kohl!

Her Peacock Angel didn’t come

To her rescue

When the Isis men seized her.

Silent was the night

Mars  in chronic retrograde.

In their van they drove past her native vistas.

Mountains of high in mauve

Meadows of lush left behind.

She cried. She cried. The terror struck her heart.

In their camp shrouded by tar sky,

A breaded man took out

A piece of paper out of his pocket

-I bought you for ten golden

Dinars! So you are mine-

On her moist face, wagged his fleshy finger!

He pulled her by her ebon hair

And dragged her to his tent.

There he said, she was his sex slave.

She hadn’t reached the adolescence yet.

Then he sold her on for ten more dinars

To a man twice her age.

She was sold on to ten more men

Before the German crew came to her rescue.

She is now a free woman. The shadow of her ruinous past

Trail her still.  Her internal scars may never heal.