Life of the children of women prisoners I Poem By Arika,11,Faridabad
This poem, by Arika, talks about a child in isolation who longs for freedom, is missing their mother’s love and is being deprived of the simple joys of life. They worry about their sister and lack support for their dreams, questioning if anyone cares. Their mother reassures them of how they will be safe, offering a small but vital spark of hope.
Life of the children of women prisoners
Mother, I have some questions.
Mom, go on.
Okay.
Would they pity me?I want to touch grass,
Fly like a bird, and most of all, be me.
I live in isolation,
With no c.
Don’t they know I have aspirations?
These are a few minutes I have to enjoy with you.
I don’t know the next time I’ll meet my mother.
Sister is not with me; she is with the elder kids.
They are exposed to deviant behaviors,
Some mean words from other inmates.
Mom, where is Mrs. Stevens? She is my favorite teacher.
I don’t have access to support my academic needs.
I miss everything—your hugs, care, protection, and whatnot.
“Mom, it is all okay. Susie, the UN is with us.
Women’s prisons state that children should be treated in the best interest.
You are going to be safe.
See you later. Remember what I said!
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