The Girl Child

The girl child I am standing here on her behalf Her story might be your story or my story or our story THE GIRL CHILD It was an endless journey I thought The same man who talked to me about the loving kindness, tender mercy of God and JESUS the savior of the whole world The same will molest and abuse me tomorrow Completely, I dashed out my hope Because even when I cried all day all night he couldn’t just stop This went on and on and on and on and on and on and on Then he left me with a question Who is God? (Silent) Many times I asked in my quiet place If God exist If God has eyes to see Nose to smell Ear to hear Mouth to speak Hand to touch Womb to feel Heart to care And strength to fight To fight my battle Feel my pain Hear my cry See my tears Heal my wounds Take my fear Be in my shoe And speak for my right The right of a GIRL CHILD Sorrow, rooted deep in my bone As old as an ancient kingdom unknown Older than me Smile stolen Tears gushing every night as I await his arrival Joy replaced with sadness I kept wondering if there’s any place called heaven Seething with anger and bitterness inside Pretence became the only friend in sight Because that was the only way I could survive The pain and sorrow, the trauma that struck my heart Life was so unjust, not fair and was never on my side Too many secrets I conceived buried them deep inside How can I get them to believe that my story is true and not a lie How can I tell them? That my father abuses me every night Seeing that they will kill me with the next available knife Shhhhhhhhh, I kept quite right after the act This went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on At first, I hated it But gradually it became part of me As he made me believe I was created for this Satisfying his flesh and greed was the only thing I inherited from him Don’t be quick to blame or judge me My mum left when I was two At four I became victim I lost my emotions Living in denial Trained to hate, to take revenge Pain for pain As forever my pride as a woman cannot be regained From the day of my little age I appeared to be fine Yet in my inside falling and tearing apart Being exposed to the crude world, living with the wound I called scar for life Even when I was saved by that faithful friend of my mum I couldn’t lay off the experience I had twenty four years ago Because I was held captive with the fear of “all men are the same” Then I built a wall around me as a reminder of where I came from Believing time will heal my wounds, amend my broken heart, put my broken pieces together and move on But this thought kept me for so long Pain Pain has proved to be faithful for all these years making me feel like he was the one who really cared He taught me that I could never be healed Taught me how to cry How to depend on him as my source of emotions How to live with knife close to my heart As a mark of his love for me This, in the real sense was an irony Pain was the only friend I knew Until I met Him who assured me that, long before now he had nailed my pain, shame and grief to the cross And now the night is over cos there’s an unspeakable joy that comes in the morning It took Jesus to let the pain die After all these years “All men are the same” was my key word But my mindset changed when I met JESUS in His WORD This made me strong and bold This is her story What is your own story, your pain, your anger and the bitterness that’s driving you insane There’s balm in gilead for me For you And for all the broken hearted Jesus is our balm in gilead Time doesn’t heal but JESUS does. #IamKing