BE LET TO GROW (AGAINST CHILD MARRIAGES)

There are many fruits which fail to mature
On their mother trees
Mama, I don’t want to be one of such fruit
I need to be sheltered when storms break
Need to be covered when the rains come in
Need to be pampered when good air visits
And to feel the matured company
When the sun sets in
Oh papa, I want to be ripe before the pluck

II
For poverty sake
Mama, give me not out like a token for a feed
For I can mature and be the pot whose water never dries out
For debts sake papa give me not out as your once peace of mind
For I can be that wealth
The future prepares for you
For societal tongues sake
Uncle give me not out as a clearance of gossip
For I can be the star of this home
When my future is left for my studies

III
I am in no rush for a crash
I am the flower who wishes to bloom into beauty
My future is in my hands and not in the hands of any boy or man
Until a job finds me in a good salary
Marriage is the vehicle I wish not to enter
So help me mama
Help me papa
Help me uncle
Help me auntie
For I am a child
And marriage is a cloth meant for adults
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 27, 2018

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