Dear Killer Poem by Felicia Kekana

Dear killer
First I would like to introduce myself
My name is Dikeledi mr killer my mother gave me that name after my father died she said I was the one who dried up all the tears she cried.
I was turning thirteen this year. I was going to change the world this year
The night before you carried me to my death I was planning a surprise for her.
I know you didn't mean to kill me but unfortunately that knife was too heavy for you to carry so it fell nd stabbed into my body to be honest it wasn't the knife that hurt me but the amount of hate you have towards me, you didn't even know me mr killer.
I know they say we will all die no matter how long it will take but me dying that day was not you decision to make I will not sit here and hate you for taking away my life but was it really necessary to make use of that rusty knife?
Thank God though for the rain that washed away the blood stains in the street, that washed off the blood on your hands but no amount of water can wash away the bloodstains on your soul.
I know I may seem blunt and filled with hate forgive me if my death came as shock, allow me to express my cold hearted emotions as you expressed your manliness onto my teenage corpse as you helped your self to my virginity knowing very well I would not give it away willingly allow me to express my pain to you because that night you never allowed me to.
I still wish that I could hate you but instead I wish for the holy spirit to save you against the darkness that lingers towards and that you knife bare will not save you from the burning fires that await you but I still pray for you, because I am not a monster for I do not take pleasure in watching people go through pain I was never taught to hate nobody but the devil that never loved me but you are not the devil for he did not create you.
Excuse my rudeness but never got your name I would really like to know the man behind my mothers pain the man that stripped me of my childhood and forcefully removed my being from a place I called home the warmth of my mothers arms.
Did I mention that I was going to be a doctor one day? Yes I was going to heal people save and change lives.
But nobody told me that things would be this way nobody warned me of this day things didn't have to end this way.
How many more lives will it take to realise this is no mistake that people like you should not be considered as men how many more tears? How much more blood how much louder must we scream.
How many more must die before sixteen mr killer.