Voice of the victim of domestic violence

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Mandara BC

1 October 2020

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Today when my tear drops down,

I remember the first drop of it,

I am caged under invisible bars,

I am joyful when seen from far,

I am seeing myself digging the grave,

I am no more a human, but an object.

My feelings do not matter anymore,

My thoughts doesn't matter anymore,

My expression don't deserve justice,

I am a sour body.

Yell at me for minute reasons or none,

Blame me for being myself,

Shame me for being right,

Fool me for being naive.

I blamed myself for everything happening,

I blamed my actions that led me to this,

I blamed my origin for getting into this,

I am devastated, I need help,

Sometimes it's me who pulls me down,

Other times it's society,

Another times it's my own people.

I want to fight back,

I want to break these bars,

I want to live joyfully,

I want to stop digging my grave,

I want to be treated like a human,

I want to escape the misery,

But, my wants aren't ruling my actions,

I caged forever.

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