#BringBackOurGirls
The alarm goes, I stretch
I look for the snooze button
The alarm goes again, I remember where I am
I expect a kick or flick
I get a kick
I see the sun on the horizon
I am still alive, I don’t want to be
The Muezzin calls the prayer
The cock crows
The dogs bark
Another day in the forest of despair
I am still here
I have not been claimed
The angels have not taken me away
Pray five times a day I am told, I pray five times a day
I pray with a gun to my head
A kick in my back, a tug on my behind
I don’t know the words, but I pray
Tomorrow you become wife I’m told
Tomorrow you learn to cook and burn your books
Today, I am a child
Waiting to go home
#Bringbackourgirls
That’s sad. Seems she is getting forced into marriage.
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This poem was written by Aby for BlaPoWriMo. It’s about the Nigerian girls who were kidnapped by the terrorist group Boko Haram and forced to convert to Islam and marry their captors. It’s such a sad story.
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Oh yes it is! Those poor girls!!
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