Hunger shouts on her and she shivers
Wherever she looks she only sees rivers
That disagree to take a trip through her very dried throat
Her wobbly legs carry her as though she is on an air float
If only there could be some givers
Who will give her a boat
To cross this river of distress and stop the quiver
Then she could her role in this life deliver
A child of sorrow
I wish I could give her an arrow
To pierce her object of sorrow
And make it bow
In front of her eyes to make her feel less shallow
So she can see the brighter tomorrow
But my wish has a big question, how?
Just seeing her gait
Makes my body engine breaks
I could my life stake
If I could all her likes’ scare take
And for them happiness make
So they don’t see their lives as fake
Since I can’t, let me this cake bake
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.
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