IS BEAUTY A CRIME PUNISHABLE BY SUCH PAIN?
One night I went to sleep like a normal girl,
my smiles were the stars in the night,
my face shone like a thousand fire flies.
My beauty was a rainbow in the day sky.
When I woke up—
my face was dressed with a million scars,
my heart threatening to break out of my ribcage,
I could see the death angels calling me,
I could hear them struggling for my flesh-
each wanting to have a turn!
I could not tell the difference between hell and my room, all I could see was darkness,
all I could feel was the hell fire
burning up all my joy and pride,
my little perfect life all up in flames.
Every breath I drew caused me pain and each thought I had was filled with sorrow.
At the corner of my eyes,
I could see the shadows of my torments.
My parents lay dead in a pool of blood.
I could hear the idiotic laugh
of the orgiee that tore me apart,
I could hear them plot their next catch.
In just one night I had lived through all the horror movies I watched, my brain melted away as my fear engulfed me- the worst of all nightmares
had come to life…
A beast had forced himself on me,
my parents killed and now
I’m carrying a foetus — my crown of pain,
a fruit of my misfortune!
Violence breaks hearts but we need the same hearts to break the cycle of violence.
Sexual violence against children and women kills dreams and causes trauma. So let’s fight sexual assualt and protect our future mothers to stay in school.