Radhika grew up in a
poor Indian village.
She, her parents,
and siblings faced droughts
Famines,
diseases, and monsoons; sporadic
Good times were always clothed in doubts.
A gentlemen came to
the village one day
And offered Radhika
a job as a maid.
Oh, how exciting! A
job in the city--
REAL work, for which
she'd be paid!
Once in Mumbai,
Radhika was led
To a hovel where she
was brutally raped
And beaten and moved to
a windowless room
At a brothel from
which few girls escaped.
The poor young
girl--eleven years old--
Learned very quickly
how cruel life could be.
Her daily dream was
to make her way home,
As soon as she found
a way to flee.
Having lost years of
her youth, Radhika
Escaped and
went home at the age of sixteen
To parents who cast
her out of the house
For being
"sullied," for not being "clean."
Not knowing which
way to turn--
With defeats piled
on top of defeats--
Radhika returned in
desperation
To the city, where
she worked in the streets.
All over the world
"Radhikas" exist--
On many levels, in many degrees.
Abuse and mistreatment cross all borders,
For cruelty is a worldwide disease.
Abuse and mistreatment cross all borders,
For cruelty is a worldwide disease.
(6-26-16) By Bob B
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