Wednesday, September 24, 2014

We were sure Black did, too.

A poem by Aksa Bilal

We stood in groups
Image from DoSomething
Peering through
Fascinating as it was
He tore her clothes
He broke her nose
O, how vile she was!
What devilry! What venom!
We could all see it through
So we stood around in circles
We were sure Black did too
What fate she deserved!
What beating she got!
Her own father ashamed
So we came forward
To give him a hand
Nothing really enough
So we dragged her through the mud
Making sure she screamed
We pushed
We pulled and shoved
One way and another
Until her skin broke loose
Her bones screamed- one then another
Whipped! Scorned! Slapped! Broken!
My nails cracked
My skin broke
I yelled for help
I begged my father
But in some roar I got consumed
Happily he dragged me through the mud
Ready to say good-bye
And as they helped separate mud from earth
There was nothing left but a sad lullaby
Stop his hands!
Stop the beating!
Don’t you hear her scream?
You the one who stares away!
Can’t you see her bleeding?
I am illiterate, a dead mother
But you? Can’t you see her breaking?
Stop his hands!
Stop the beating!
What black creature the vile girl!
Dark-skinned just like her mother used to be
Blood to blood-her mother’s lad
Never her father’s daughter
So we watched around in circles
On one rainy afternoon
And one by one
We became heroes
As we finished un-staining the world.

Aksa Bilal is a student from Pakistan. She holds a Bachelor's Degree in Economics, and is passionate about reading, writing, volunteering, creative thinking, teaching and advocacy. She is a strong advocate of quality education. She believes in Allah’s miracles and in the goodness of people, and works towards education and sustainable development.