When I eat a lot, they say
it’s because I smoked Ganja.
When I eat less, they say I am
high on drugs.
When I come home late in the
evening, they say it’s because I was looking for a prostitute,
When I get up early in the
morning, they say it’s because I need a morning shot.
When I stay at home, they say
I’m looking for something to sell from the house.
When I break down crying, they
leered at me saying what a weak person I am for crying!
When I’m ill and had to lie
down, they say I am just being lazy and pretending to be ill.
When I say I don’t have money
to spare, they say I’m being parsimonious.
When I finally picked up the
courage to speak to a girl, they say my behaviour is lecherous.
When I pay a courtesy visit to
my neighbour’s, they say I am looking for something to steal.
When even my neighbour’s
ill-fed bitch seems to look at me with suspicion and distrust;
When even my cries of despair
are just another harbinger for more abuse,
Then I know that any hope for
even the slightest hope for a better life is gone.
Even being religious doesn’t
help with people whispering
“I bet He is using God’s name
only as a mask”...and the Pastor didn’t chide them for betting!
Immanuel Zarzosang Varte
