Betrothed by her parents
to a much older man
A child of seven
In a far way land

Her dream was to study
to have a better life
But it was already decided
she would be a wife

Twenty fours years her senior
A man she didn't know
He would soon be her husband
and deep down her foe

In some parts of her country
little girls are kidnapped
and raped
Forced to marry
their abductor
They're no longer chaste

The night of their wedding
She wants to run away and hide
Her heart beats wildly
As she lies by his side

He lays on top of her
Her tiny body he mauls
He cannot get inside of her
Her hole is too small

She finds herself pregnant
He wants a son
She's all of fourteen
Her period had come

She carries the baby through
the nine month count
Her body is too tiny
The baby won't come out

It dies in her womb
A hole is torn underneath
She starts to leak urine
A horror she's been bequeathed

Her husband walked out
He couldn't stand her smell
And there's one more
sad thing
I have left to tell

She finally reached a hospital
After two days on a bus
Doctors were on hand
an operation to discuss

They could fix her problem
This brought her great joy
They had to take
the baby out though,
they found out
it was a boy

A day in the life of a
countryside girl
A gift from heaven
Now a bride at seven
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Leila J.
May 06, 2010 11:53 AM
Although the words are vulgar and very graphic it really helps to describe how severe these situations are. If these people can't handle READING about, imagine what it's like for the young girls who have to LIVE it! You've done an amazing job of bringing awareness to so many issues across the globe.
Your work is inspirational. You've been able to use writing and speaking to help those who suffer. I'm only sixteen now, but I plan to go to college for journalism and I hope, one day, I can accomplish as much as you have.

Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Leila
!
Jan 19, 2010 6:19 PM
delicious. :)
Caitlin
Dec 05, 2009 10:21 AM
To those who commented on the poem as bad, poorly written or too graphic, please open your eyes to the world around you. These disgusting events happen all day, everyday to women and girls all over the world. By bringing to light and educating the remaining minority of Earth's population on the abuses women and girls face in many developing countries, we can then start to develop a world of equality, peace and the demolishment of poverty and hunger.

Good work Lisa and please continue on with your amazing work. Every article I read and interview I see, you motivate me to further pursue a life of aiding other people around the world and in my own community in creating better lives for themselves and their families.
Geoff
Sep 16, 2009 7:10 PM
This poem is much too graphic for my liking. It touches my heart, but makes me sick because of the detail you describe.
kevin
Aug 20, 2009 12:34 AM
wow i didn't know you were a poet, this is a really touching poem
Sie Ha Wai
Aug 12, 2009 5:19 PM
Shalom, Lisa.
I am not sure when you will read this, but I am a teacher at Singapore Chinese Girls' School, and my students who are fourteen are passionate about the global growing/despicable problem of child trafficking so much so that they propose to undertake organizing a workshop-based symposium on this issue. I am now writing to ask if you can help them, e.g. providing them with actual details of real life stories of some of the child victims. They hope that the symposium will be an awareness-fundraising event here, with the money raised going to, e.g., UNICEF.

I personally feel it is a worthy and meaningful cause, and I pray you will give us your advice and support in this endeavour. Thank you, Lisa, and God bless.

Sincerely
Ha Wai
Smith
Aug 06, 2009 8:41 AM
What a stupid Poem! Please stop writing them. Thanks
Robyn
Aug 04, 2009 7:04 PM
I was so glad to here of Euna and your sister, Laura's pardon!!!!! I'm always so excited to hear what your next project will entail. Thank you for all of the important work you do as a journalist and humanitarian!
Dena
Jul 03, 2009 4:20 PM
Wow...the honesty and blnt truth that you share in your poems is so exceptional. I write poems, and I know I sometimes edit them in case someone reads them. Now, I know that I don't have to do that. The rawness of your poetry really speaks out on the injustices in this world.
Jana Dvorska
Jun 28, 2009 4:23 AM
I thought I had corrected the spelling of poem in my comment but then saw the mistake in the publication...

I really admire your work Lisa. You are incredibly inspirational :-)

Jana
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