As she sat on the cold floor, her face covered with hair,
Her dark gray eyes reflected an utter despair,
Stuck with grief, cursing her fate
She started wondering whom not to hate;
There was a time when she attended a school,
Long ago when she was not someone’s slaving tool,
Crime it was to aspire to be a doctor,
She hardly realized that she was a poor man’s daughter,
Thirteen she was when they broke her heart,
Cornering her to the kitchen as the school was miles apart,
Fourteen she was when they decided her union,
With a man twice her age who treated her as a minion,
She stood there helpless, as they sold away her child,
For money it is that answers their plight,
Shocked she was with disbelief, as the man she trusted,
Sent her to the dungeon with all the power vested,
With dreams crushed and robbed of all the hope,
She decided to end her agony, gazing at the rope,
For once did she think, she could have been that white girl,
So special and gifted,
To be born in a world where she would be lifted,
With her last breath, she wondered whether
The hand that rocks the cradle,
Is the power that rules the world??
Knowledge was that she didn’t have as a right,
This is the crime that we need to fight,
To silence those shrieks in the middle of the night
