Kumanka

I am dying here
A black space a loss of family
A loss of grace

A saddened face
Sexual abuse

Caring is hard for them
now
They never went to hell
Or an institution that brutalised

I cried so often atop the walls
Waiting for family
Wishing lord I was loved

Kumanka you made me learn
But
You taught me to hate often

Too often

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“Kumanka”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg

Published: 
April 25th, 2011
Category: 
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