Miss Wavinya

You will always know When a dangerous predator lurks Its stealth and piercing eyes Even in the depth of the forest Where the predator awaits

Who will cry for the little boy? Lost and all alone. Who will cry for the little boy, Abandoned, without his own? Who will cry

I came as a shadow, a discount in my stepfather’s eyes, After he married my mother, I was a stranger in disguise. A different blood

I was not always kind to you, I have wished you were different; A bit rounder, A bit softer, I did not take pride in

What would it take for you to miss that meeting today? On my 7th birthday? Or not pick up that call, When I was talking

Born with freedom, Yet locked in an invisible cage. No sense of freedom anymore, As my joy becomes a stolen page. Forced into the streets

Not today, my dear, Tomorrow, my dear, Next time, my dear— Another tale of a dad. This dad, a busy dad, Always too busy for

A night spent on my mother’s grave, This place, a haven of late. I feel the soil’s texture through my torn shirt, My dry blood

Once upon a time, In a young girl’s heart, Cheer and warmth abounded. Such lightness, such openness; A shield from every outside threat. In due

Look at me, do I look whole? Mom thinks I’m broken, But I’m not just broken, I’m also battered, And I can’t fix myself. Physically