today we saw
a baby bird, fallen out of
its nest,
the little black feathers puffed
around its small frame.
tiny ball of fluff, we
almost missed it in the grass.
we came close to inspect and
it opened its yellow beak, and
screamed for its mother.
we could not help it,
could not touch it without
ruining its chances for survival.
*"its mother will
reject it if she smells you on the child."*
it reminded me of
that 15 yr old girl's ghost,
who decided while living that
death was better than to
let the soldiers rape her over and
over and over again.
how many times did she scream, and
lose faith in God,
before taking her own life?
*"her own people would stone her anyway,
if they knew she had been raped"*
their only excuse for breaking her spirit.
when we went back to the grass
a couple hours later, the
bird was still there. still screaming, but
no sound could escape its throat.
i will scream for you
i will cry for you
i will fight for you
i will keep screaming
FUCK YOU
to the world
until my throat goes dry, because
i have to keep hope
alive
somehow.