By Deno Botih
I bleed through my pen to the paper I write on.
I bleed every moment I open my eye, all I see is pain and suffering.
I bleed when I see my sisters are getting unfair
treatment just because they have nappy hair.
I bleed even more, for they
are women living in a “man’s” world.
I bleed for the women of Africa who have been raped.
I bleed for those who have their limbs chopped off.
I bleed for those who can’t bear children.
I bleed for all the children suffering in this cruel world.
In their eyes, I see pain they cannot understand.
I bleed for the child soldier of Africa.
I bleed as our leaders turn a blind eye to the
innocent and defenseless women and children.
My brothers and sisters are suffering as the
world looks on.
My veins are running dry as I continue to bleed.
I hope when I stop bleeding,
all the pain and suffering will be gone.