Too Often
This is our story! This is my story! This is your story!
Too often!
Is this silence made to be kept?
Come to think of it; it is our so called protectors who are our greatest enemies.
Thinking as far back as I can remember,
Travelling to school with a particular friend,
At the tender age of about nine or ten,
I would often see her crying, but she would never say why.
With my constant questioning,
Her tears were the only language spoken to me.
With my persistent annoyance and my various pity questions,
She finally busted out and said,
“Daddy hook mi, Mi say Daddy hook mi”.
Never in my life have I been abused,
But the thought of her being victimized, traumatized me,
Even to this very day.
Too often, Mi say, too often
Is this silence made to be kept?
Who is going to break this wicked chain that continues to destroy our lives?
Is this silence an incurable disease?
Who will say enough! Stop! Don’t! Help!
It is time we make somebody’s business our own business,
Now the future state of my friend, “ruinous”!
In my estimation she did not achieve what she could have achieved.
I do not need studies to prove this to me,
It is solely because of her childhood abuse.
Too often!
Is this silence made to be kept?
Where do we go from here?
What do we tell our children?
How do we teach them to cry out for help?
When will we listen to them?
Too often!
Is this silence made to be kept?
Too often! Mi say Stop! Don’t! Help?
By Kimesha Fender ©
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