The AICUF Story!

Mommy, today I scraped my knee, I bawled more than it hurt, I didn’t want to be sent to Doctor Uncle, I needed your arms around me. Daddy, today I crashed my bicycle, If I said I didn’t do it on purpose I’d be lying, I didn’t want the new cycle you ordered, I wanted you to scream at me. Mommy, I didn’t eat today, I hoped you would notice this time, And you did, but you sent the maid in with the tray. I wished it were you who were feeding me. Daddy, I detest this camp you sent me to. The land is foreign and their ways strange. I break every rule hoping they’d call you, I had hoped we’d stay home instead, just us- family. I swallowed all the pills in the bottle, My last attempt to get you to hear my plea; No, I won’t let the psychiatrist help me, Why can’t you be here, talking with me?

He picked a spare tire ,  Ran with it, as it rolled downhill She played footsie with a plastic bottle . cheerful, notoriously, dodged people, Upto a dingy alleyway . The abandoned alley seemed rather disturbed today. Noisy sirens going off , L'il brother in the arms of a stranger , As they paved their way through the  crowd, The unfortunate events unfolded. Beaten black and blue , Their mother lay there, lifeless. The father struck by a glass bottle, dead. The parents , victim of their vices ; The children collateral damage, instead.

He giggles, I cough Both breathless. He smiles with joy, I grimace, struggling.            She laughs, carefree I sob, cornered by anguish. I long for them hands That caress, not slap I yearn for those eyes That fill my soul with love I cry for the one, who greets me with a hug And not an indifferent shrug. When I walk in the park, for alms Ten so far, ‘Good day!’ I think Then I see him jump on his dad’s shoulder And my chest becomes this giant boulder Weighing my spirit down. I blink Back the tears, try to stay calm. I want to laugh too, I want to play I want to have someone who makes my day I want some cake, chocolate and plum Carrying rocks all day makes my hands numb Hope is dwindling: is this how I die? Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. This day is nothing but bleak By I will act, if not speak Come tomorrow, come my child I refuse to abandon you to the...

It’s one of those days again where my whole body aches. He beat me up when I started crying and wailing, afraid that it would attract the neighbours. So here I am. All alone and locked up in this dark room. A sliver of sunshine struggles to enter through a tiny crack in the window. It warms up the room and makes me feel a little better. Today is one of those bad days because some of my wounds are bleeding. There’s something very unforgiving about a leather belt on a child’s bare back. I am his secret. A body that he can use and abuse whenever he likes. At least today he didn't ask me to come with him to the bedroom. I often wonder about what’s like to have a loving parent. It’s difficult to because I live with a man whom I am supposed to call Father. I am 12 years old now and ever since I can remember, my life as been nothing short of a living hell. I have contemplated suicide often, because of late, death seems like a sweet escape from this nightmare I wake up to every mor...