Yikers!

Hello everyone. In my History of Rock n' Roll class, we were assigned to create a Blues song (we are still learning about Jazz and the Blues, the origins of Rock n' Roll). The night prior to this assignment, I had read about the case of Junko Furuta and she was still on my mind. I've read my fair share of true crime stories, but none have made me shed a tear, let alone sob like I did for her case. This is all to say, the end result was that of a poem rather than a song, since there was no musical element to this assignment besides the lyrics. We were given an "AAB" format to follow for sentences, not rhyme scheme. I hope you enjoy. The poem is called "44 Days."



I haven’t seen my mama in 44 days
I haven’t seen my papa in 44 days
I wonder if my hope was worth it, because it’s all I gave

I’m sorry I didn’t want you
I’m sorry I didn’t like you
Mister, I told you no, so why couldn’t you go?

You walked me home
But it was really to my grave
You walked me home
But it was really to my grave
I miss my folks at home, it’s been 44 days

My organs are failing
My organs are failing
You ruined my body and now my skin is paling

This hurt I have to bear
Is too much for any one person
This hurt I have to bear
Is too much for any one person
If I had to give this pain away, I would give none

Justice should be swift
But I guess it missed this time
Justice should be swift
But I guess it missed this time
The world disregarded your crime.

It’s been 44 days, and now my time is done
It’s been 44 days, and now my time is done
For 44 days, you beat, abused, and raped, until I was gone.