• icjation1 9w

    Memoriale

    I am the teenage girl.
    On the street.
    Serving as P.A to my mum,
    in a corrupt country.
    Hit by the bullet
    by those assigned to protect me,
    rejected by those supposed to heal me because of mints.
    Left in my painful misery.
    When you hear my story,
    Remember I might be your CHILD.
    ©icjation