A poem was written by one of our readers as a tribute to the four-year- old Milan Ferdinand who lost his life as a result of abuse. See the entire poem below:
At the age of four I became another victim of child abuse. Cut off from this life! I didn’t survive this terrible ordeal.
Robbed of my toddler years, my innocence taken from me. What did I do to deserve this!?! Absolutely no one can tell me! I was just a child living life, not privy to the dangers around me, and, in the blink of an eye my lights were put out!
The ones who were supposed to love and protect me inflicted pain on me! I was battered and bruised, pushed to the curb instead of being held and loved or showered with affection. Tears of joy, instead were tears of pain; happy memories which was supposed to be treasured, were replaced by memories of sadness and hurt.
My hugs were lashes to my body, my kisses were slaps to my cheeks and my I love you’s were words of disgust shouted at me!! My scars were evident but didn’t speak loud enough to the cries I made when I felt the blows, for no one came to my rescue when it mattered most.
As I fought for my life, my story was heard but it was too late; for no one could have undone the damage that was exposed. I cling to life thinking this was just another blow, with my family at my side they prayed and hoped but the Lord decided that this would be the last one. He instead called me home to place where I would be happy and free, a place where I can run around and be just what I ought to be: a four year old living life carefree.
My plea to you all is for my story not to end, for me to not become just another headline swept under the rug for there are many Milans all over this island, presently living as I once did. Please reach out, please help in any way you can just don’t allow them to become another me.
Written by Titoa Savery