If I was asked to write a story
I will write about hope
For the little she child
Germinating like weeds in the streets.
Pivoting a tray on frail neck.
Hawking fruits while books lay dormant.
Look at Her!
Lemons sprouts abruptly:
Buns smeared with oils of lust.
The she child: An object of **********
Forced out of secure fences
By the fierce fire of hunger and starvation.
Mummy told her not to talk to strangers
But to strangers she must sell
Out of sight and out of cover
She was pounced on and devoured!
Another maiden is bleeding red tears.
A child becomes a mother!
Even if I had a mandate to write
On clean placards for all to see In white.
I wont waste my ink and sheets
For this generation does not read nor see.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
If I was asked to write a story
I will write about hope
For the little she child
Germinating like weeds in the streets.
Pivoting a tray on frail neck.
Hawking fruits while books lay dormant.
Look at Her!
Lemons sprouts abruptly:
Buns smeared with oils of lust.
The she child: An object of **********
Forced out of secure fences
By the fierce fire of hunger and starvation.
Mummy told her not to talk to strangers
But to strangers she must sell
Out of sight and out of cover
She was pounced on and devoured!
Another maiden is bleeding red tears.
A child becomes a mother!
Even if I had a mandate to write
On clean placards for all to see In white.
I wont waste my ink and sheets
For this generation does not read nor see.
I write for poor children in Africa.. Especially the woman child whom are mostly victims of **** and molestation..
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