And the body she carried became limp
Black eyes pierce through the camera
Speaking words unknown to many among humankind
Asking
Searching
Hoping
Wanting to ask questions
Yet not knowing the answers
Darfur
Wanting to ask questions why
Yet fearing the answers
She walks carrying scars of rape between her legs
And hopes of freedom within her heart
As the dusty winds slow her stride
Imprinting sorrow on her burnt skin
And she is reminded of the long journey ahead
Leaving behind charred bodies reminiscent of her own
She remembers the women screaming
Calabashes flying
Bodies breaking
Babies crying
Head wraps floating in the wind
Only to see the faces of clan unrecognizable to her piercing eyes
But that was yesterday
Perhaps today will be a different day
Where millet and rice will be plentiful
And her belly will be full
And yesterday’s faces will be forgotten
Until there is no food again
And the memories of the charred bodies of women with burnt faces appears again
And the echoes of her silence
And the echoes of her silence
Speak to yet another camera
Her piercing eyes asking more questions
Only to be silenced by voices once belonging to her clan that are now her own
Darfur
The journey has only begun
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