Daddy’s baby & Baby’s daddy
She stays at home,
to ease the pain,
and no way to explain.
Her father had,
a bright idea one day.
He needed to show his eldest,
the marital way.
So he told his wife,
to further state his case.
She is hidden,
her high school friends
who used to come by
day after day,
from the boyfriend
who came to ask,
if she went away?
from the relatives
who pop up
every other day.
The neighbors whisper,
of the daughter
They shrug their shoulders
You know what I want to say
You get why sometimes
a little is too much
or that sometimes a lot is not enough
You speak silence
You get why it’s never too late
never too far to go
You know when it’s okay to be here
and when its not
You get that sometimes it’s a ME thing,
and you know when its an Us thing
You know its work
and you still show up
you still stick around
You speak me
Thank God for you!
quaver but keep on,
be my walking stick,
my guiding light,
trip but keep on,
Up or down,
I sit here under my mosquito net typing this post while all around me, my family sleep.
I wish sleep would come. I wish my heart stopped aching. I wish for many things.
A month ago a young family member came for my help. She came with a story of an older family member sexually harassing her.
She is thirteen. He is in his late 30’s. They live in the same house despite most of my family insisting we solved it in-house I pushed for it to be reported to the police.
So we went down and reported the matter. She came down and went through the interviewing etc. They told us to move her so we did. They told us they would come and arrest him so we waited and waited.
We went down again only to find out the first complaint was never filed. We had to file another one.
During that time he threatened her with a knife and stalked her.
As time went we realised she needs a lot of help. Help, we are not able to give. We went to Social Welfare only to be told time and time again they were in meetings.
Every night he circled the home we moved her too. He brings her gifts; treats; and cash. He sees nothing wrong in what he is doing.
Three days ago it reached boiling point and we went back down to the police station. They told us TO DEAL WITH HIM OURSELVES and bring down to the police station ourselves because they had no fuel to come up and find him.
It seems that because no actual penetration happened it’s not a serious case even though he did attempt to force her to service him orally.
He is on the run now after another family member exploded and punched him when he said he was in ‘a relationship’ with the child.
So now he is out there..a Mary Jane addict who has threatened to kill this child and no real help for the child insight.
So where do we go? How do we help this child? HOW MANY CHILDREN REACHED OUT FOR HELP BUT NEVER GOT IT? So many questions…so I wrote this to keep on going…I must!!
BecausePoetry whispers soul’s torment Poetry the taste of tears Poetry an orchestra of abc’s playing the Symphony of Being Poetry the nectar of life’s bittersweet dealt out to those hungering for a tasting Poetry the roar of mice against Kings of concrete jungles Poetry a whiff of scent of soul
That’s why. Inspired by Jen of Steponacrack.