Where Am I, what has happened to me?
I remember the sun, the grass, a tree
…and the sisters, the hateful sisters
always angry, always beating me
And the laundry, the iron press
Working hard till late at night
No time for me to be a child
No colour, no joy, no light, no hope
Now I find myself alone
I see shadows of my friends
They are weeping, they are afraid
I call out but make no sound
Again the sun and that lonely tree
A lifeless child hangs low, that child is me
A victim of the church and the ‘love’ they bestow
On the shortest branch I see a crow.
