Another poem for Child Abuse Month back in April 2013. This one is about child brides. Girls are as good as kidnapped by their own parents . Imagine the culture shock from living life here in the west to suddenly finding out that the exciting holiday you were looking forward to was just a ruse to get to India,Pakistan or Afghanistan to marry you off often to an older man.
In the villages of India,Pakistan, Afghanistan and Africa. Children as young as 6yrs are married off to older men. It is wrong, don’t you think. I have reposted this after reading Notestowomen‘s Entry for #writephoto
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Happy head full of teenage dreams sending texts and watching ipad screens. Looking forward to the summer holiday visiting cousins far away.
At the school gate with your friends you’ll see them all when the summer ends.
Eighteen months later them’s the brakes. OH! what difference those months makes! No longer a carefree happy teen, a mother in servitude, dreams of what her life could of been.
Why did her parents cheat her so marrying her off to an older man she did not know. All her schooling all her dreams blown away in smithereens.
She remembers weeping so, begging her parents not to go. Why did they do this to her she wants to know.
This is my offering for LindaGHill’s. Stream of Consciousness Saturday.This week Linda said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!
It is gathering , it is growing as it does this time of year.
It is clawing my guts out as it shuffles up to me near.
It is spitting in my face and screaming in my ear.
I am being wrenched apart happy Christmas my dear
Nobody ever does anything for you.. do you really believe that crap. Do you really think its true.
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
It always happens at Christmas I have to ask you why . Why take it up and screw it up , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed to death, gasp for air and die!
Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make me make the choices I never want ..never set me fucking free.
Bleed me cut cut throw me in the gutter . Make me choose what I do not want, what the fuck does it matter.
No doubt you will relent ungraciously then be the biggest martyr you can and blame your grief on me.
Yes I bloody hate Christmas. All it brings is grief, arguments and hurt.
Under the pretence of rejoicing many a poor soul is being dragged through the dirt!
The adverts on the TV show the perfect families enjoying the festive fayre.
It makes me want to choke I don’t believe it, and I think it so unfair
To ram these lies of “happy happy times” right down our throats . It is just another bloody day
All the things that are wrong are still there and they will not magically go away!
Now please don’t tell Bear, Eva, Deborah or Johnny that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!
Right then shall we start!
Firstly I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and videos sadly it has been used so I am posting a Japanese cover by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork ……. Open your eyes it could be Bjork! (*_*)
Now what makes humans different from practically all animals……… they have sex for fun and not because their bodies tell them too , well not all the time.
This song needs no explantion……….. No it does not! Forgivness maybe but not explanation ! The Bloodhound Gang , The Bad touch
So what do we do that animals don’t : we lie , we cheat and hurt.
We hurt each other we fight wars and hurt our children
We abuse our own children, even in the most evolved societies.
PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.
Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?
Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.
No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.
Where is the help that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.
War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.
Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes just ignore the flies.
Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.
But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.
Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song from the Decemberists . Sons and Daughters. As I hear this song after either a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left get together to start again . I love this song and this a beautiful human video!
Now I am finishing with some advice the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest edd of my recent life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously made by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy and living a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice
Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s words have saved me more than once!!
Okay sorry this was not my usual entree but love hugs and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes BETTER GET TO LIVIN!
