By Tafadzwa Mutandakamwe aka Starly Taa from Zimbabwe
Not allowed to have quixotic dreams of their own. Erroneous are they despite being right.
Why their flaws are only used to define them remains a mystery. Was I born to experience agony?
Only? That has become their daily prayer. A prayer to the one whom they have ceased to believe in. Maybe because nothing ever seems to go right with
them. Perhaps they were born to be a malediction. That remains a guess, and only the unknown can answer.
Taunts have become jazz music to their ears.
They only see, but can’t talk.
Their voices have been suppressed.
Gone is the time they knew how to move their lips, and It’s now all in the past.
Loneliness has become their best companion despite a hundred heads surrounding them.
Solace is a rare gem they can only get in a place as dark as a dungeon.
Amity is a word that doesn’t even fit in their lexicon. They believe no human being is honest.
They rather be as lonely as a Crusoe.
All their desires, dreams, and goals have been burned down to cinerary.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, but in their cases it’s otherwise.
Their debility is used as a weapon against them.
Childhood they have not enjoyed, expected to just derelict their juvenescence.
Punching bags they have become. They are either someone’s sex toy or slave. Timidness and threats have fully engulfed their mind.
A home they don’t have.
Escaping is just as good as throwing yourself into a lion’s den. Completely broken are they, both inside and outside. Child abuse, you have destroyed the future leaders.