WHY DAD?

It's me Trya your daughter,

You attempted and succeeded to rape,

The pain of the public laughter,

Hasn't been easy to cope,

Absconded me alone in the thick forest,

Mercilessly beaten by morning chills,

Sharp bites of mosquitoes escaped at all cost,

Dad why this menace?

What wrong did I do dad?

To deserve this animosity,

I count myself dead,

Having lost my virginity,

At that tender age, tears well up every second,

Cursing the day I was conceived,

And brought up only to end up assaulted,

Of all people on earth how dare you attempt that?

Through psychiatrists

Have tirelessly underwent,

Guidance and counselling units,

All visited in vain,

What's left is not easy to bear,

Wish I could've died on that night,

You went beyond my thighs,

Let me continue dying slowly without a word.