All she could think is “it's all my fault”
But was it her fault?
Did she deserve what she got
Was she in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Her body did not feel the same
All that she can remember is that it all hurt.
She did her best to scream .
She did her best to fight.
Now all she can ask is why me Lord
Do you hate me this much to let this happen to me
where did I go wrong
I prayed, I fasted and gave you thanks.
She did her best to beg
She did her best to plead.
Don't you even dare tell anyone
sweat, bad breath, insults is like a tattoo on her body
The hate in her heart is enough to burn the whole earth
She gets home
stands in front of a mirror
Goes in the kitchen
Pulls a knife from the drawer...
But was her best enough...
Written by Yvonne Achieng.