I am just a child!
I wake up each day with the hope to live,
to play, to laugh and be a child.
But a sudden blow on my head pulls me back to reality,
an ugly overweight man dragging me by my arm,
calling me by spiteful names
trying his best to make me feel worthless and senile.
A burden on earth he calls me
and whips me every now and then
for he doesn’t want me to ever forget
that I don’t deserve a childhood
since my life was condemned by poverty and crippled parents.
With not just a starving body
but a starving and silently sobbing soul
I muster the courage to keep working
for I still am filled with HOPE.
They may beat me up as much as they want,
they may even try to starve me to death.
They may kick my heart will all their might,
crush my confidence and compliance.
They may threaten to torture my body in the worst ways possible
pumping fear into every nerve and blood-cell.
But what they can’t do is take away my hope
or take away my dreams,
or get into my head for stealing my positiveness
or my grit and dignity that I keep fueling each day.
My eyes may seem sunken for they have been crying,
my heart beats a bit faster for it is frenzied with the fear
of being ripped out any moment without prior warning.
My body is nothing but a skeleton
covered in a modest layer of skin,
feeding on hope and will-power
rather than the expensive nutrients and supplements
that the other kids are consuming.
Despite the dangerous working conditions I have no fear of death
for my life itself has shown me the worst things possible
grinding me to the apex of tolerance and sufferance.
My eyes might have adjusted themselves to the darkness,
but in my dreams I still bathe in light.
Despite whatever I am compelled to face each day,
I still imagine walking towards the end of a tunnel
where my life would be flooded suddenly with happiness and light.
All I can do is hope.
I can not fight with them for the childhood I deserve
for they would pin me down and muffle my screams
and I would not be able to protect myself,
for I AM JUST A CHILD!