Rape of Impunity
I'm a young Rohingya girl
I was gang-raped
my parents were massacred
by the Burmese military
during the crackdown in August of 2017.
Three years has been passed,
I am still crying not for my pain
but just to hear the world that:
violence, discrimination and injustice
are ended over me and my people.
My mother and I were raped together
My father was killed
My brothers were shot to dead
And I'm a single, survived from
too much horror of injustice.
My village was burnt down
Hundred of my villagers were massacred
It's too horrible for me
to survive a single life
in my village where I grow up.
Red and black into my nation
where trees cann't change the color
but the color was changed into red
with the blood of my body
and it's become black and dark.
In that very year,
my blood gets a big hand
to illustrate my painful process
which will be a strong enough
for the world to proof genocide.
My life falls into anxiety
unendurable for my civilians
It make me a fighter
against the injustice and violence
of my bloody Tatmadaw.
It is too hard to forget
and not so easy to admit
and still keep on struggling
but never give up,
I still cry and beg the justice.
Poet's Note : This poem is dedicated to a Rohingya rape survivor from Gu Dar Pyin massacre carried by Myanmar Tatmadaw against Rohingya villagers in August, 2017.