MY STORY

I don't know how to start

Because this is not an act

But unforgivable fact

NO!NO!This is not me

I can't really accept myself

Because am not me

My dignity is ruined;

Shattered and bruised;No love in me,

But hatred as i remember.

The incidence,the two cannibals

Who tore me into pieces

They took what i treasure;

With great measure;

And with great pressure;

Leaving laughing with pleasure

As though it was their leisure

Ouch!Stop this,

Yell from the bush

And with ambush;I admitted

Leaving me in a pool of blood,

Leaving me pale,

Waiting for rescue

This is not an imagination,

And not a magnification

But an intimidation

And a sexual molestation

I was left ripe

With much guilt

For that was not my wish to lose it

At a tender age of 12 years

That's not the first time

But the sixth time

It's part of an addiction

At first was my father.

This brutal father i treasured to be a God given dad

Second time was my close cousin

Third was my desk mate

Fourth my uncle

Fifth was a matatu conductor

Sixth are the cannibals

Why always me and not the rest?

Why me the the girl child?

After hospitalization,i was found anaemic

After losing too much blood

On my second test am diseased

With  two dangerous diseases

HIV/AIDS and GONNORHEA

Why always me the girl child?

Am just waiting for a celebration

My burial celebration

Am looking at the coffin,

Watching the soil running deep

Flowers growing bright

Because all that will be used on that day

Don't cry or sympathize

You should cry for your children

And for the next generation

For me,fate has assured me of only 12 years

OH!Fire!Fire!Burning in my spirit

Deep in my soul

Let me chant a prayer

So that i may go to heaven

With much restness

Let me say my farewell wishes

PLEASE THIS GENERATION

TAKE CARE THE GIRL CHILD

Compiled by;

Patriciah kombo