A prisoner of society
Segregated by hate an inequality
Drawn into the darkness of the earth,
Where peace and unity do not exist
This is I
A child born into a loveless marriage
Scarred by the endless torture and abuse,
The tears and burdens her mother carries,
Forever in pain, in pursuit of happiness
A life she has only dreamed but is out of reach
This is I
A boy forced to be a man
No choice of his own
Speaks when spoken to
And remains a statue when his father is home
Watching his every step
Fearful of his father’s rod
All he does is say yes, no
and nod
This is I
A mother made redundant
My suffering passed on to my children
Working for every bite
Tired and alone, my children cry at night.
Living an unknown destiny
Society’s greed had led me to poverty
A mother with a broken household
This is I
A young girl who wears her heart on her sleeve
Longing to be loved, the way she has loved
A heart that’s been broken
A life that’s been wounded,
Hard to forget, her memories are still within
Cast into the shadows of lies and deceit
Nowhere to turn
The fury of a woman scorned still burns.
A girl who no longer believes in love
This is I