The Cry Of An Illigimate Child Poem by Tracy Luw Chavalala

They have been in a fight
the words ther utter can describe
I feel I wanna cry, but my tears wont show.
I wonder if they know
That the hands to wipe, no longer contain care.
They flow down my heart and leave behind a scar.

I feel I wanna scream, but my voice remains mute.
I wonder if it knows
That so hight it may rise, but none will hear.

Circumstances circulate my childhood.
Bitterness is visible in my behaviour.
No longer a child, that is wht I am.
With endurance of pain, that is how I grow.

It is not my fault, IS IT?
That my invitors to this world now live in different worlds, Is it my fault?
Never will i know,
I stay in silence and so do my emotions.
How I wish they had tied the knot.
How I cry I was not illigimate.