Her Voice Is Infinite

Honestly, I don’t know where to begin, mostly because I’ve never written anything as personal and honest as this post, but I have to write this. It’s been on my mind and weighing heavy on my heart for quite a while and it isn’t fair for me not to put it into words as best I can.

I read a recent article on two females in India who were horrifically gang raped, and when I did, I can truthfully say it took a minute for me to find my faith in not only God, but in life again. The article talked about two different cases, one where a 13 year old girl was raped repeatedly and kidnapped until she was finally set free; the other was a medical student in her twenties who was gang raped on a bus by numerous men before finally being beaten and left for dead.

These two girls had their entire lives ahead of them. The 13 year old will have to live her life in constant fear of it happening to her again. She most likely won’t be able to have children, and when it comes to falling in love, she’ll be a lot more hesitant. She’ll awake in the middle of the night to nightmares and she’ll always have to look over her shoulder. But she’ll live on, even if it’s in her own personal hell.

The other woman won’t be as lucky; Or maybe, it’s her who’s was the lucky one. She won’t be able to fall in love and have children on her own, nor will she be able to live out her childhood dreams and start her career. She was taken unfairly, and I’m sure far before her time.

The amount of sadness and pity I felt didn’t stand a chance with the anger and fear that took over my mind. Suddenly, it wasn’t those two women I pictured it happening to. Instead, it was my little sister or one of my little cousins. It hurt me to the point where I had tears forming in my eyes, and since I was at work, I had to excuse myself for a moment. It devastated me to know that human beings could be this cruel to one another. It also made me realize how truly blessed I am to be living in a country where women are treated as equals to men. In India, however, that’s a different story. Over there, they are pieces of property and of a much lower status than men.

I fear for our world sometimes, but the fear can’t crush the hope that I still have for our youth and the power they could have if they decided to band together. If one voice could find another until there are a sea of voices flowing together, we could find change and peace in this world. We could find a way to change the horrific things that we allow people to commit on other people.

Out of this horrific story, I wrote a short poem in memory of those two victims, and of all the other women who have been subjected to these tragedies. Also, after reading this story, I know that there are thousands of other cases just like these two. Light needs to be shed on them, and if I can, I’ll do everything in my power to be some of that light. And possibly, with God’s help, I’ll be able to change the future for others.

 

Infinite Voices

A muffled whisper

In the darkness of the night,

The fear in their eyes,

Unable to fight.

 

There are no answers,

No reasons.

She weeps and begs,

But no one can hear.

 

She lets fear take over

And swallows her voice.

What’s left is quiet and sin,

The ending of a life.

 

But her wings grow quickly

And take her to the sun.

She looks down with a smile,

Knowing her voice was heard.

 

She faced fear,

But she didn’t lose.

Her memory and strength

Will always be infinite.

 

Her voice will be infinite.

Her life will be infinite.