Where do I go, mom? Is there a place safer than your arms? Do i have it in me, mom, to not cry when I’m wronged? How did you manage, mom, in this god forsaken place? God made me weaker, mom, let no one tell you otherwise. Will I ever grow up to be as strong as a man? It’s science, mom, let no one convince you otherwise. I’ve felt strange hands in familiar places. I’ve died each time. I want to die at one go, mom. Will you still stand aside, mum and watch me slowly subside?
Everyday there is at least one girl being raped, tortured and killed. Everyday family and friends are molesting girls that you know. Or maybe just cross by the streets. Everyday a complaint is hushed within a home. Everyday it is her fault, she’s told. Everyday she learns that growing up is dealing with shame. Everyday is more of the same.
And let no one convince you otherwise.