Dear Sir.... From A Mother
Dear Sir.... From A Mother2 mins 13.7K 2 mins 13.7K
Biased, discriminative, you call me stereotypical
For I killed her, for I never let her take birth
Well, you may be right in the eyes of the law,
- I murdered her, but dear shallow minded fellow
Look deeper for a day after she turns thirteen
You will buy her for pennies,
You will rape her for pleasure,
You will abuse her to uplift your dignity.
Gentlemen, this not my knowledge, rather my experience.
This is not my mind rather my heart
For I have been through your dominance
She fights the injustices in the school,
With elan and confidence,
You accuse her for her girly traits,
Then use her for her priceless face.
When I think about it, the curt words, the brutal thrashing
All of it, it seeps into me and the pain engulfs me.
The prodigious books, my college degree
Remind me of the brusque cheap ruffians.
Who treated me as the bait
And my salary as their feast.
I have traveled beyond the places,
An airplane can take me
Just to see whether I were the only victim
But I realized that your uncouth community is far-flung
For there were wet eyes demanding justice
And gloomy faces desperate for answers
Life has never offered me happiness
And dimples have never dug my cheeks.
I'm bashful and timid, quiet and wary and
This is not what I aspire to be,
This is not what I want to be
This what you, your words
And your heavy hands have made me
You robust and strong, I frail and fragile
But today I give my statement
I am not delinquent for the pills I took
For I cannot see my daughter cry
For people such as you