Miserable Daughter of Upper Nile
By Wenne Madyt Dengs, Bor, South Sudan
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I am a daughter
Born of bullets
In the nightmares of tribalism
Bringing cannibalism
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I am an emaciated girl
With my deaf mother
She is numbed by blood
As bullets sprayed on her
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My pride is kidnapped
My hope is shuttered
I am a daughter without a chance to grow
Worries kill me everyday
I am a daughter;
Uncertain about tomorrow
I die in silence everyday
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I am a daughter
Like I have nothing
I’ll be positive
For I am your wealth
But only when your blood clots
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I am a daughter
That doesn’t know her beauty
Upper Nile,
You’re my own mother
Why have you forsaken me?
Death stands at my doorpost
I see humanity at stake
Why Upper Nile my mother
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Upper Nile,
There is no love
There is no unity
You inhale famine
And exhale your wealth
Why Upper Nile my mother?
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Upper Nile,
It is news of rapping
I am eaten up by my brothers
Incest!
Every day it is news of my father
He’s killed!
Every day I pick lifeless child
Died of hunger!
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Upper Nile
In Bentiu
My pride is scrambled
In Malakal
I am a point of despair
In Bor
Tribalism beats me up
Why Upper Nile my mother?
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Upper Nile,
When my womanhood ripens
It’s torn by the wolves
I am either defiled or rapped
It’s maturity in immorality
You need me decayed
My Upper Nile my mother
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Upper Nile,
I walk in Jungle
When I am in Jonglei
I walk in mud
When I am in Malakal
I lost my beauty
When I am in Bentiu
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There is an epitaph
In every homestead
It bears children names
I am sending this message to you
Wake up, your daughter has become a duster
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