I am sad,
I am a girl,
I am not guilty
I am not a sex object
I am not a puppet
Or your murder victim.
No place is safe,
Religious setting, home, or offices,
You come anytime to have your bliss
Your five mins of heaven
You have your future
Let us have ours, let us stay, let us procreate.
You take the A in advantage
Like bleating goats, descend on us
Sex involves two people
My No should not lead to rape
Your force should not lead to my death
You enjoy your 6 mins bliss
You shatter a life
You kill in the process
You send us to our death, it’s not our time, let us stay.
The pain doesn’t end
To you this is a drill
To test your man in the hood
That inaction would forever be a pain
Pain of yesterday and tomorrow to come.
We are girls, ladies, women,
We are not your sex object
Not your victims
Not your pawn in a game of chess
We are not your lab rat to test your manhood
We are not who you mess with and press like telephone
We are not like your portable Hot-spot you connect to every time
Not your dumping ground.
You have no right to shatter our dreams
None to stop my breathing
Nothing close to delaying my life
You cannot drop me dead anytime you feel
You have no right to stop, play or pause me anytime.
We are girls, we are not your plaything.
The aftermath is dumb
For death is a knocking
We are left to tend
With remnants, sadness and death.
You should know this,
As you force open those legs
You open your death
As you tear those clothes to have your way
You tear your future
As you drill and ram into that innocent girl
You drill your generation into nothingness
You unleash wet pillows of curses
You unleash your time bomb,
Ticking, clicking, tickling you to your death.
Justice for Uwa
Justice for Barakat