Diary Of An Abused Child

 Diary of An Abused Child 

"Why do you have to do that? Never you repeat again!" Are these words not enough to caution a child in her misdeeds? Or even with a streak of scars-free strokes?

You took hold of a rod, the very rough end, smearing her soft skin and letting it bleed like blood were water. 

You left her in pain, her voice lingered as she yelped.

She wished Mama could come comfort her but unfortunately she had gone "little girl your mama was dusted into the earth long ago."

You acknowledge human fallibility only when it comes knocking on your door. When faulted you give silly excuses, hey! Man do justice for once. She is not yours, I know but be fair with her sometimes. Why being splenetically spiteful about her shtick?

Do not be the spitting image of Dracula.

I scold you because of that I saw on her solo book.

You wonder how she got them registered right? 

It is with the remains of her pieces she made the journal.

Her blood inscribed the ineffaceable words and the idea inspired by her demeanour.

I saw there, the time you accused her of indifference, I overlooked it, saying maybe it was well deserved of her stubbornness. But this is no stubbornness, I've seen, she is just as good as other kids.

Flipping through again I saw where you struck her with a metal and asked she go tell her mother. 

That was on the 21st of September, 2007, remember?

You know quite well that her mother is no more, but chose to mock her by her misfortune.

Isn't this ungodly, ehh man?

On the other page you spit on her face, on the other you allowed hunger stab her soul solemnly. You asked she go tell her father to feed her. 

That was on the 28th day of February, 2009, remember?

Knowing that even she wished she knew who her father is, you made jest of her unluckiness.

Isn't this inhumane? Do not you know it cries out to heaven?

I won't yell you to stop, rather would give you a blade, so you could cut her into two, since you've no sense of humanity in you.

"Spoil the rod on the child," he said. "But do not spoil the child with the rod." 

The gash you meted on a tender skin has failed to heal.

The abuse you hurled at her has discolored her essence.

The ridicules you made of a disadvantaged child and all are all duly documented.

The incident on 1st May, 2008, that on 27th December, 2011 and many others are still not forgotten.

In the dead of night she sits solitarily with her diary, her pal.

Lately she closes it up with a recompense prompted simper.

She pictures beyond now, she sees that which uphold her hope. The ink on the book will neither fade nor facade.

© CHUKWUNNABUIKEM UGOCHUKWU AMALU

Day 2 of 30 Days Creativity Challenge