The Deranged Thoughts Of A Girl

I hesitated to write about it because I had to think about the generations of family that I would be bringing disgrace on. Then I realised even the disgrace wouldn't help me to forget incidents stuck at the back of my mind telling me 'If only you knew'. At sixteen, when the classes were filled with jokes about contraceptive methods, I laughed along. The one sentence that explained sex in the biology text felt stupid, something that you could skip because it wouldn't come for the exams and for once you were right. But do we all realise the damage we are a part of?  You tell us off as a generation  That doesn't love the right way, A generation that fucks  And not one that makes love. A generation that always  Fall prey to fits of passion. But you tell us off for   The wrong reasons. We are doomed because we are still the generation  that gets sex education Weeks before tying the knot. Still the generation that  Holds the trauma of abuse  Without a soul to rely on. Sti

The girl cried into the night, Sounds of her sorrows reverberating, And crashing onto the neighbour's roofs. "What is it, my dear? Why are you wailing?", the neighbours hurried towards the child. "My pa came home today and slapped my ma.", she said amidst sobs. "Oh dear. These men! Their hands are conditioned  To smack women so often, The women in the house flinch like reflex on touch, And hide in the dark to escape their wrath. Oh you poor child.", they held their chin in their palms, to hold the sorrow of the child and the misfortune of her ma. The next day she cried again  And the neighbours hurried to her doorstep, The misfortune of her ma being Mumbled under their breath. "My pa is bleeding. Amma hit him without reason. Please help my pa!"she begged for their help. The neighbours peered with contempt "What a spineless man!", they laughed and they left, The echoes of their laughter settling down, Weighing down like anchors of st