Have You Forgotten Me? By Meera Badmanaban

Have you forgotten me?

I am the boy whose legs turned black.

You saw my amputated legs; didn’t you?

The rubber hose was his form of attack.

I prayed hard for the torture to stop;

But he still continued; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

I am the girl who was raped by granddad.

You read the papers; didn’t you ?

He loved me, he said; his face all sad;

But what he did to me hurt real bad.

I screamed ; “Atok ! Jangan ! Tolong ! “

But he carried on; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

I am the boy who fell asleep in the van.

You heard the story; right ?

The driver forgot me right at the back,

My unconscious body limp and slack;

He realised too late; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

I am the girl at the back of the class.

Did you know they threw acid on me?

I just could not take it anymore;

To another world I had to go.

I hung on a rope; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me?

I am the boy who drank poison;

You don’t believe the gang forced me?

They said they would kill my sister;

Slash with a Parang my brother;

Poured it down my throat; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

I am the girl they found in the gym bag.

All tied up; neatly; don’t you remember?

Like a sandwich, my holes were stuffed,

With a brinjal and a cucumber; buffed.

I was only eight; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

I am the girl made famous on Facebook.

“Fat Ugly Bitch” - a friend called me that?

“Cheap Whore”; and a whole lot more.

I slashed my wrists and  posted the gore.

The blood spurted and spewed; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

I am the boy in the plastic container.

The triple murder case, do you recall?

Thrown like garbage, with my sister;

I shouted “Come; arrest my mother!”

But you came too late; and so I died.

 

Have you forgotten me ?

My ghost – do you not see?

While my bones are rotting;

You just sit; doing nothing.

There are others out there;

All around you; everywhere;

Beaten; bullied; tortured;

Neglected; abused; raped;

Why do you turn a blind eye?

While our children slowly die?

 

Meera Badmanaban is a mother and teacher.

This poem is dedicated to  victims of child abuse in Malaysia.

Meera's creative process :

Day after day, we hear of children being abused in Malaysia. Abuse is a vague word and covers so many things : neglect, bullying, beating, domestic violence, torture, rape, sexual abuse, cyber crimes - the list goes on. Statistics show that these horrors are increasingly ending in fatalities. Sometimes the ghosts of these children haunt me. They appear before me and beseech me to remember them, and to implore society to change for the better.

 

2. Bio :

Meera believes that poetry can be a powerful means of social change. She believes that bit by bit, words can make us think or see something that we did not before. They can help us to heal, to hope, to inspire and to aspire to be a beacon of light in times of darkness. Being trained in the law, she is concerned about miscarriages of justice that happen around us. As a teacher, mother, and Malaysian citizen, she dreams of seeing her country be the glorious nation it is, and can be, in the future.