TEARS OF A GIRL CHILD
BY DONALD SAYENDA
You
bastard fathers,
Why us not your wives?
Killing our virginity while we are young,
Why
tearing apart our future?
You
force us to sleep with you so that your evil desires are satisfied.
What
differentiate you from murderers and thieves?
You
are the Lucifer here on this earth; you are the wicked souls on this earth.
You bastard uncle,
Why
don’t you think about my happiness?
Why
me your nephew and not your children?
You speak,
move and smile like an angel
but
deep inside you are monsters.
You
give me sweats, biscuits, clothes and money in exchange of immoral yearning
You
bastard brother,
Why
me, your sister?
Killing
that desire which I had for a brother;
To
whom shall I report if one harasses me?
Who
then should I trust to protect me?
Each
and every day you use me.
Where
are those fathers who used to care for their children?
Where
are those uncles who used to defend their nephews?
Where
are those brothers who used to stand for their sisters?
Where
are those communities that were protecting us?
Where are those organisations that used to
defend us from villains?
Why
me not your wife
Why
me your sister
Why
me your girl child why, why, why me?!