Can you see the endless row of children hawking
The needless shame of the young Quakers sold
Stealing the childhood of the child
The little voices that laugh and sing
Of having a friend come to play,
Can you see the truth captured in every glance?
The defiance and anger in every set of jaw
The echoing reality that shouted at me
None of these things I wished upon them,
Can you see the stress weakened looks and limbs
The corner of the will seeking the kill
The laughter that hid behind the well of tears
Braced against the loss of crumbs,
Can you see the raw and opened face of pain?
Reflections that manufactured the African child
Smiling to hid the rejection and abuse
Something I knew and write about,
To study them at this point in life
From the monuments that assaulted my mind
With no defenses against the onslaught
I present before you a child longing for love
"this is a true life experience that is taking place around me, my niece has been taken to live with an aunty, and such thing is common, you may say the aunty is rich, but what of the child, it is easier to say she was send there as a house help...true, later you wont be able to tell the difference between being a house help or a slave,
she is in lagos and because i dont want her future to be destroyed i continously move from my office (www.bellsuniversity.org) to lagos, 50 mins everyday after work, the streess is worth it, and also am trying to put a good reasoning to the kin mum (kid? she is 14). what advice can u give
2007-02-06
19:32:56
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