A poem of a Rape Victim

Why Oh why did you do this to me,
Why Oh why did you rape me so violently.
I was a virgin, a young, innocent girl,
but in a matter of minutes you changed my world.
I shouted "No" but you paid no heed,
and you coerced me and continued with your heinous deed.
You raped me time and time and again,
like a wild beast, leaving the remains for his friends.
You bow before Laxmi, Durga, Mary and Saraswati,
then why did you treat me so shoddily.
You stripped me, you beat me, you left me to die,
why did you do this to me.....
Why Oh Why!

What do I want my son to be.....

As I lay awake at night,
I couldn't take my eyes of this wonderful sight,
of my little boy with a smile on his face, asleep on his race car bed,
his Rusteeze pillow beneath his head.

And as I lay awake these thoughts came to me,
no astronaut, no scientist, no engineer, I'd want my son to be,
as long as being a good human being was his priority.
He may grow up to be dark, handsome and tall,
but he must be strong enough to pick himself up, after a fall.
He must be able to endure pain and alleviate his fears,
but at the same time be magnanimous
and compassionate towards another's tears.

He may become famous or a leader one day,
but must remember that fame and fortune are temporary
and may suddenly dissipate and pass away.
And no matter what he aspires to be or eventually becomes,
I hope that he turns out to be a man of character,
and we parents can hold our head up high
and proudly say " Oh, yes that's Mikhail...our beloved son!"