Today on the World Poetry Day I would love to share with you an incident which my Doctor shared with me this morning. Words have power and readers know that “Supporting or suppressing any crime is equal to committing the crime. Raise your voice against violence”. These are the words I try to pen down on how that girl felt before committing suicide.
That afternoon, I remember the first time I bled
Standing below shower and watching my vagina bleed
Drop by drop on the white tile,
The water takes red colour and washes the same
I didn’t had guts to share with you Maa
What my Uncle did to me, He said he’d buy me gifts
But no gifts can fix this!
I thought I’d die this moment,
But I was holding on, remembering your face Maa
The next day again after school, you sent him to pick me up
He took me again to the same quiet place and asked me to lift my skirt
He noticed that I was bleeding
But Maa, his lust had crossed limits
He pushed himself inside me in the pool of my blood
I cried out of pain, Nobody was there to save me
Not even you Maa.
And one day I finally gathered courage to share this heinous act with you
You asked me to shut my mouth else the pride of our family would crumble down to the ground.
You cared more about the family name Maa, not me.
While I write this suicide note I still shed tears of blood
Not for what uncle did,
He hurt me. Yes, he was a cruel man
But you Maa?
You are as responsible as him for the crime.
I still love you Maa because I know how it pains when you bleed.
Please don’t do the same to my sister,
Dear mother,
Yours Bloody Daughter.
Dear readers there are many people facing many issues walking arm to arm with you, smiling and dealing the world somehow. It’s time you start noticing them, noticing your own self. If there’s anything you are facing remember help is always the next door. Kindly share your problems and let’s find out the solution together. Suicide is not an option. Life is not given to take away. There will be hard times but don’t forget you are the bravest!
Love,
Sakina. M. J