The Black Girl

She was abused,raped&and almost killed.

And so she cried that morning
When she discovered
That they have sold her
For the price of a cow

Stop crying woman the father shouted
You ought to say thank you father
For giving me the privilege
Of womanhood and motherhood

I am not a woman she replied
I am only a girl of fourteen years
Please don't sell me father she cried
I will still be your doctor tomorrow

Their laughter replaced her weeping
Her wisdom they call foolishness
Even her pain is their joy
Irony of life I guess

Raped in the first night
She slept in her husband`s house
Afflicted the second night
Then she adjusted to pain

She was turned into a slave
Whose dreams will end in the kitchen
Hopes were ruined by ill hand of fate
And by the hands of greedy men

I saw her crying in my dream
Crying for help
Like a living dead
A walking corpse

Don't be deceived by her forced smiles
For that black girl I know
Is living in hell
Tormented by a demon

Don't say she is not my daughter
Join in the fight of liberation
The black girl must live
She shall not die

Reviews

[Shirlena]

Very sad and unfortunately familiar even in the millennium it is still very present. How true your words ring and I'm so sorry that they are.