I am putting pen to paper, to record some of what I have suffered from my perception of time and the constraints of space. What am I?
I am an opportunist who trades in delusions, phantoms and the night.
I love living, playing, having fun. I love and admire my fifteen years and my damp body as it sways like a fountain.
They live inside me, as if hiding and they die inside me like delusions or imaginary beings.
I am a doll-like child that people play with, but who knows nothing about the meaning of life. Like a ship without a captain, the waves of the sea do with me as they please.
No need to summarise my résumé – I am writing it myself with my own blood.
I don’t care what your name is, or where and how I was born. I have woven my true story with my fingers and my words.
Who are all of you!!!
You are nothing. You were simply the cause of my death and the reason I have been denied my childhood.
You are guilty.
Who am I? And why have you killed me!!!
I am the mistake of a homeland filled with wars.
I am the mistake of a couple that thinks I will stand in the way of its miserable life.
I am the mistake of a renowned and well-educated doctor; whose only objective is profit.
I am the mistake of a young man who raped a young woman and who will never be brought to justice or punished, simply because he has money.
I am the mistake of a woman who was not ready for motherhood.
I am a child that was denied life because a man and a woman were irresponsible.
I am the dream of a couple that couldn’t have children.
I am the dream of every girl that is a single child.
I am the dream of every grandmother who desires to see grandchildren before she dies.
Was it so easy to kill me and torture me?
You finished off my childhood and my dreams.
Don’t think for a moment that I will ever forgive you…
I use the second person to address all those things that deny a child its rights or the chance to live a normal childhood. It might be war, parents, siblings, grandparents, or a variety of situations in a country.
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