I was just eighteen months old,
When my teenage mama left me asleep in my crib,
I woke up soon after she left,
I found a bottle of warm milk,
I drank until my belly was bloated.
I peered through the bars of my crib,
I called out for my mama,
I started to cry,
Although I’m very young,
I can sense fear,
I cried for my mama,
I’m now filled with despair.
I banged on the bars of my crib,
I tugged at my nightie and bib,
My face pressed against the top of my crib,
I started to weep,
I want my mama so much,
Her smooth soft skin,
And her gentle touch.
My uncles came and peered in my crib,
My aunties came too,
The gardener came and stared at me,
And so did our neighbour,
She said, “sweet baby girl please somebody save her.”
My grandmother came,
And picked me up,
She carried me outside,
We sat in the mid-day sun,
She said “hush now little one”
“I’ll look after you from now on”,
With my spirit broken, my emotions raw,
My endless pain,
will I ever see my mama again,?
Sadness and tears,
Separated from my mama for twenty-three years.
My mama was’t charged with abandonment,
Her family weren’t charged with child abuse,
The teachers weren’t charged with cruelty,
The school said corporal punishment was legal,
The rapists weren’t charged,
The police said it was historical,
The social worker said there was no
documentation of child abuse,
It’s as if,
I did not exist,
All my files are lost,
I am forever lost too. By Dorothy Maude . my life.
Fact
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