Our cry to know justice
Voices of Youth - Day of the African Child creative writing competition submissions
I am a minor, a simpleton
I am inexperienced, controlled, sanctioned and belittled
I am therefor trafficked and abused
I am hired for labor, overworked (misused)
I am hidden from education, to forever remain oblivious and confused
If I chose to rebel I am backstabbed, segregated and false accused
Even though we “minors” might have never seen it
Or might not know what it is or what it means
We still ever truly seek
JUSTICE AND PEACE!
Many hear and nobody listens
They promise us action and yet I see no results
I always feel alone
Rejected and filled with pain
This life I live; I live in order to pay it back to my guardians like a loan
Right now I don’t even know whether I am psychologically alright or insane
I need that justice because I am the one who is most discriminated
I am the one who needs help to build a foundation for my future
I am a vulnerable, weak human being like nobody else
After all the trauma, I am the one who remains depressed
Even carrying the burden of the families’ breadwinner and people wonder why I am occasionally stressed
or why I have occasional unrest
We “minors” are the future, the next generation
And our better future means a better future for our next generation
But we feel that our visions and dreams
Will only remain a pinnacle of our imagination
The question that roles in my head
Why do I have no one to run to?
When those that love me hurt me the most
Why are the officials too far for my hands to reach?
When even my own community makes me feel abandoned and lost
Why does it seem like nobodies on my side?
Nobody understands or even knows what I feel inside!
Why can’t I live like everybody else?
Happy, fair and free with all the opportunities in the world
Why can’t I ever feel stress less
Why am I still consumed with the feeling of hopelessness?
To at least get the chance to help all those that experience this after
After me, so I could share with them the true meaning of love, life and laughter
Now home all day
My sisters tears flow more than ever
My pearly peer neighbors and friends punished with no food for days
Slowly losing hope in our lives, in those we love and in what the preacher says
We are no longer able to interact, to PLAY!
Why can’t you build us a community center?
Give us psychologists, people we can talk to, people we can trust and lean on
To tell us, warn us about the Covidly-dangerous time we enter
With no church and school but a picture of a future with a brighter dawn
Maybe it would have been alright if the money we needed from the Government
Was not given away or hidden in the pockets of the greedy
Then maybe organizations would work hand in hand with the police
To investigate homes, regions, districts, organizations to find the abused, trafficked, to find all the needy
To help those married off or begging on the streets
Those forced out of education or abandoned while ‘seedy’!
If only you could donate us any spare change
If Maybe, just maybe you could spare us some-CHANGE
So please help me before I become
Worthless to my society
Worthless to my community
Worthless to the economy
Worthless to my religions and philosophies
Worthless to my friends and family
Worthless to the individual full of potential embedded inside of me.