|A child’s appeal... - Apr 22|
|2012 - Letters to the Editor|
|Saturday, 21 April 2012 22:00|
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DEAR EDITOR: In response to your editorial’s stirring appeal to all of us to do something positive to alleviate the abuse of our children (CN April 15), I would humbly like to add mine, especially to the people who interact with our young people on a relatively daily basis.
I sit down right under you nose whole morning
Mih eyes following every word you saying
Mih head nodding and shaking in time
But you don't know how hard I fighting
For you not to hear how mih stomach growling
'Cause the pot of food turn over last night
When a Uncle bless Mammy with blows
Just after she bless him with cuss for the lady
She see him with in town
Me and mih li'l brothers hide under the bed
But then we had to creep out fast, fast
Because they start to fight in the bed too
You think I could picture this Jesus you telling me about
When all that crossing my mind
Is how to hide
When that next Uncle come by Mammy for the weekend?
How I will bathe or change mih clothes, Teacher
When he always peeping at me anywhere I going?
He try to snatch me last time he come
But I fight up and start to bawl.........
You think you could help me find out
Who is mih father
Or where I could find him?
I sure he wouldn't let me suffer so
I wonder if he know about me........?
Watch me good, Teacher
Mih lips pale, fus I hungry
Mih eyes white, fus I frighten
See me nuh, Teacher
Open you eyes
See me please
Reach me, Teacher
Coalmine, Sangre Grande