Writing

I wrote this as an angry teenager

Victim of crime

In my dark world of hate, anger and lies,

I feel alone and disconsolate, because only I can hear my own cry.

I hate him and if I had a choice, I would kill him.

He destroyed my life and my future, he is not my master!

The truth is illegible, but the Word is powerful,

he is a disgrace to men and the things he does are cruel.

Shame covered my body and I will never forget,

I regret my past and fear my future; I wish for my death.

I am desperate to commit a murder; I am compelled to use

violence and use his blood to clean my body.

Tears wont take my pain and fear away, but his blood

will mean sorry!

I've chosen a few scenes from the

English book to share with you -

offered as an invitation, not an

obligation. When you're ready,

press the button below.

Afrikaanse gedeelte

Waaraan sal mense ons onthou?

Watter herinneringe laat ons agter?

Is ons opreg of dra ons maskers?

Vergewe ons ander en toon selfberou?

Waaraan sal mense ons wil onthou?

Waaraan spandeer ons al ons tyd?

Het ons vyande wat ons bestaan verwyt?

Behandel ons vriende en familie met genoeg respek?

Het ons gedragsfoute waaraan ons moet werk?

Ons moet onsself met hierdie vrae oordeel,

ook verantwoordelikheid vir ons sonde neem.

Dink na oor wat ons vir ander agterlaat,

veral jou gesin wat vir jou die meeste saak maak.

Ek het 'n gedeelte uit die boek gehaal.

Ek wil ook hiermee 'n prentjie van my

10-jarige seun met lesers deel.

Volg die skakel indien u daarna wil kyk.