What is my fault,
What happened in a second.
My world just ruined,
Life became hell from heaven.

Whom to share my fears,
Where are my dears?
Have been smothered, and tottered,
I was someone’s son or maybe daughters.

Was being little my only crime,
Or they punished me for being juvenile.
I don't like my body, I am such in a hue,
Why I was born? I have no clue.

Was I meant to be torn and cut into pieces,
Why I was tortured without any reason?
I am too small for all the pains you see,
My age is to learn the difference between A, B, and C.

;Plz Don't hit me, nor break or use me,
The hurt is deep both, Physically and emotionally.
I am not safe, be it gal or a boy,
The only thing I do is cry and cry.
Hiding in a dark room, I just wonder,
Who will stop this reckless thunder?

Plz don't ruin us, we want to play and shine
Why are we the victim? Tell us Divine.
The bruises will go, but the pain will remain,
STOP CHILD ABUSE...
Set us free, we want to play and dance in rains.
-Dr. Umera Zakiahmed.
A silent message to every parent. Hitting children and removing frustration is not valid. Protect your children from atrocities of others too. They are indeed flowers let them bloom. Stop Child Abuse.



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