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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was hard before but now am used I remember when i first came here Dad had slept forever Mum was hidden in the grave Enjoying sleep as uncle chose To rape me daily Aunt would force me to feed on the same plate with Sizza The big ugly dog that shared lunch with me I ran away from school Because of my math teacher he called me to his house Told me how he loved my dad And then gave me a new dress He asked me to try it on That was the first time i saw blood flow from my interior It hurt like pricking your eye with a sharp needle When i told uncle he confronted the teacher Who gave him a bicycle in return of my virginity And uncle chose to do as my math teacher did When my aunt burnt my lips with hot coal For eating at the same plate with my cousin I chose to run away from home To the grandpa village I walked for three days and nights Until i reached my grandma's village she welcomed me And the following day she sold me to a village chief For one goat and two hens The chief looked caring until i knew it He wanted to sacrifice me to his ancestral spirits With swollen feet i walked to the city I didn't know anybody The city is full of rich mean people They cant even share a left over I would run after white people shouting 'muzungu' but like my black relatives They would walk away with smiles that never cured my ulcers people are same whether brown or pink I saw kids like me, young boys and girls some younger than me other older a bit fighting for rotten mangoes I joined this family Big ones behaved like my uncle and Teacher But i stood everything, if you say anything here The big boys kill you That night i was rapped by many boys I cant tell the number All i still i still remember now is that I found myself in the garbage pit the next morning bleeding like a pumpkin I was happy as i feasted on left overs In the market garbage where caring individuals who don't own know dogs dump valuable vegetables for us mixed with dirty water I am used to this life My skin is my bracket, when it rains I join my street family in our city cave where we smoke together like a family Today i am 14 and pregnant but grateful That i have freedom to choose from different left overs I used to mourn my parents but now I am a mother to this family of street kids I protect small ones from being hurt by big ones And each time i kneel down and pray Thanking God that am not locked up in the grave Like mum and dad
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