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“Marry him!”                                                   He Didn’t Die For Nothing
        If you want our future to gleam,
        Remember the last girl?                                        Woke up one morning
        Eloped with a beggar, died in a slope.                         Heard them crying
                                                                       “What is it?” she said
        He is your best chance,                                        “Kenny was shot by the police yesterday” they read
        Now hurry up, this is your last chance!
                                                                       For the audience, just another black boy killed
        2 years later,                                                 For the media, another headline to build
        I still hear of that girl,                                     For the whites, a boy who deserved death
        No dreams, no aspirations                                      But for the blacks, another family member out of breath
        Her mind still awhirl,
        With regrets and hopes,                                        The incident was out the next day
        Imagining life before wedlock,                                 The boy was seen with a gun and the white officer shot him away
        Friends, family and beautiful dreadlocks,                      For many it may seem right, it may look justified
                                                                       But this story is of a 14-year-old who died
        A time where her body was hers,
        Beatings were unheard of,                                      You’ll be surprised to know
        Those were the carefree years,                                 How many blacks are killed for the same reason
                                                                       It’s a little suspicious, you know
        Now a young woman,                                             How little they care about these acts of treason
        with children twice the age that she wed,
        Her husband lived a long life,                                 Consider it ‘okay’, consider it ‘fine’
        He is now dead.                                                But she won’t let those protests and signs
                                                                       Go meaningless and out of line
        She is a caged bird, never to be free,                         Their color, disability, difference makes them unique
        From this child marriage insanity,                             Don’t make it a subject for you to critique!
        Many others like her, what to escape this world,
        But with the shackles and burdens in her life,                 Tvisha Gulati
        She still has to be a good mother,                             MYP -3
        And conventional widowed wife.


        Chained to this never-ending tragedy till her last breath,
        All she waits for now is death.
     WORDS  2020 -21  Vivika Bhatnagar                                                                                     WORDS  2020 -21

        MYP -3





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