Sunday 9 July 2017

Woman Of A Broken Era.

I am a woman.
And I don’t belong in this world
I was supposed to be killed inside the womb.
Because there is nothing worse than to be a girl.
 The day I was born, they looked at me with distress.
Even though I was their daughter, there was nothing but stress.
The faces grew old as the years passed by.
I was loved by everyone,
But wondered, was it only on the outside?
My father held my hand, took me to the park
He made me sit on the swing, as I felt that little spark.
I felt the feeling of being loved.
I felt the feeling of existence.
But somewhere from the dark, there was people standing distant,
Who had eyes on the prize, is that what you call a pedophile?
For god ‘sake, it was just 4 years after I was born,
Are you dead inside?
8 years into existence, my mother took me to my school.
It was great to make new friends.
It was great being a fool.
That time when you think that our biggest trouble was our homework
Loved my life and the people in it, I was feeling star struck.
Adolescence was the age when I started to develop hate.
It was the time of my first love,
For my parents, it was a topic to debate.
The boy felt like wildfire, sweeping through my mind
Every time he was around, sent shivers down my spine.
But mom and dad never got it,
I used to scream at them too.
Never knew they were only worried,
Wanted me to be safe, it was just too good to be true.
Then reality struck me, he was gone in a flash.
I was left broken and my world came down to crash.
But after a perfect time, I got back up to walk a mile.
This made me love my folks more and it made me smile.
But what to do with this country that I live in?
I was growing up.
I was degraded by the people and the hate was not enough.
I went rebellious, as my character was judged.
Because the length of the clothes that I am wearing
Showed the spots where I can be touched.
So I walked down my own path.
Learned to succeed and to cave
When every battle had its scars
That weren’t going to fade.
So I gave up on this life.
Because of this society play.
Tied a rope to my neck
Choked on what they had to say.

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