No By Sharon Maria Moemise
Cast in concrete, memories of when
I became a woman, forced by men
All I feared became a reality just as
the traces of childhood ran past
Shadows, whafting a stale sweat smell
Grabbing at me just as I fell
No one heard me shouting, screaming
No! They pushed, breathing, heaving
A child ran past, looking, seeing
A girl frightened, stripped of her being
No-one listened, five beasts saw
As I crawled away, shamed, beaten raw
No! A woman's cry, a girl's plea...
A sigh, a moan... A spirit set free
The decision to bear your shame
Tainted woman, that's your name
Pain, hurt and mostly the shame
Knowing, not telling, accepting blame
A childhood robbed, cruelly stolen
A web of vengeance, hate, slowly woven.
It took courage to write about this. No one should ever have to go through that.
Thank you, Ellen. It meant a lot to me to be able to write it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you sister. I know your feelings.