They didn’t ask my creed
Even though waging a war against my God.
They didn’t ask my village
Even though waging a war against my tongue.
I have breasts
That was all they asked.
They didn’t ask about my dreams
Even though I was taken from my school.
They didn’t ask about my crush
Though that would have been my grave.
I am a lost girl
Is anyone looking for me?
We are the lost girls
Will we once again be forgotten?
Like those blasted into smithereens or
Those butchered daily while the nation looks on.
We are not some cheap disposable tissue papers
Born to be tortured into submission.
We are not animals
For man to do with as he pleases.
While you watch
We are raped, brainwashed and blamed.
While you watch
We get passed around and tossed away.
We are the lost girls
Soon you’d be late and in this cave
We shall soon lose hope
Spawning children of the devil.
And while you watch
Our devil children shall return
To vanquish your own children.
We are the lost girls
Is anyone looking for us?
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