Are we aware that a report on child abuse is made every ten seconds?? Do we pay a heed that eighty percent of adults do not utter their grimmest secrets of childhood abuse yet in retrogression meet the criteria for at least one psychological disorder?? Does it bother us that forty million children are subjected to maltreatment each year?? Do we realize what it means for annually those three million young girls who are put through genital mutilation? Our society is nothing but a sum total of certain ghastly facts of human trafficking and negligence, which we at times unconsciously, and often very conveniently turn a blind eye to! This drafted endeavor is dedicated to every four of those ten women victimized in domestic violence and destined to put up with the cold-bloodedness of their child predators. This is not just a verse sharing an account of a debilitated woman's unpleasant past, but also how she chooses to comply with and succumb to the perils leaving behind her split image in a new life brought into the world. What if the baby is another girl child?? Should we let our girls capitulate and put their servility to an ugly test at every little while?? Must we not divulge and arrest every misconduct that occurs behind closed doors?? Such disgraceful state needs some flesh and blood to hear out the screeches and stop the shame permanently. Resolutely.
TRUST ME, THIS WILL TAKE TIME BUT THERE IS ORDER HERE, VERY FAINT, VERY HUMAN.
Long ago I stemmed from your unpremeditated move,
Soon you called me illegitimate and your folks chose to
disapprove.
You were made to forget that we united through the umbilical
cord,
Sigh! You accused me of fettering you with a curse from the
Lord.
Your naysayers denounced to banish my life before I arrive
on earth,
But you bore up against wench-shaming and stayed staunch
until my birth.
I thanked you for letting me be alive as the midwife sponged
and I cried,
The joy was transitory though grave could be a possible feticide.
You held me in your arms, and my vision began to thrive,
The despots frowned and I could hear them connive.
One fine afternoon you suckled me in pain and wanted to rest,
The fiendish limbs made off with my cradle far away from
your nest.
Holy Moses! My lanugos stood on end - Was I heading for some
atrocious sin?
I was throttled on the way and my fate awaited inside a
waste bin.
Abandoned and daubed with grub I lay unconscious in the
dumpster,
A condemned girl child whom nobody wished to bring home and
foster.
They say tomorrow is another day and nothing could have got
worse,
Rescued and sold off by a cobbler who was castrated, my new
parent was a nurse.
A terminal ailment struck my widow mother, and she left me
in delusion,
Her villagers were my tender-hearted guardians now, who
determined my circumcision.
This is what society defines as the keeper of woman's chastity,
Blood cascaded, and the mob celebrated a tot's decontaminated morality.
No fear of expulsion, no proscribed lust or carnal desire,
These are some of the disproportionate norms setting the
seal on our welfare.
I grew up quelled, learning to survive in a fiercely misogynistic domain,
My blighted puberty haunts me to death as a forever baleful
omen.
My fifty something step-grandfather helped me in my
homework,
Catering to some deviant whims and a salacious appetite came
as his costly perk.
I was threatened to stay reticent about my cyclic
ravishment,
Watch me bleed and snivel heightened his amusement.
My innocence was deflated under the harrowing thrust of his virility,
Those flying colors in school was his victory over my
deflowered purity.
Now that I anticipate a long and traumatic labor,
I am sore all over to gather strength or ask for a favor.
A throbbing life
within me does not detain them from debauchery,
The inequity getting larger with this eternal savagery.
I don't tell a soul, I don't cry a river anymore,
Oh girl I am a woman, my voice fails to deplore.
The tormented soul aspires to shuffle off this mortal coil,
All sufferance is on its last legs fizzling out in the
soil.
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