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What do they know?
What does anyone really know about me?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
They don’t know about my nightmares
That have become realities,
Or about how I can’t cry
The tears don’t come because I have been threatened
Over and over again
No pain with no tears.
Yet the pain still comes
Who can stop it?
No one.
Who is even trying to stop it?
Does the world not care
About my own personal holocaust?
How can they? they have turned a blind eye.
I have to escape
Or die
Those are the only options
And if I escape I have to run
And run away, far away
I have to reach a place where they will listen
To me and my story of the terrors
Who could believe I was a soldier?
I am only 12!
Why? Why is it so horrible?
Yeah it is only Africa so what?
My life has meaning as much as anyone else
Can’t the rebels realize that?
I want to live and be a lawyer
Is that too much to ask?



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