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Like a grown up am walking miles for water on a dirt track
Am a shoeless little girl with a baby sister on my back
I found my sandals in a trash at last years full moon
Am a poor little girl that will wear the same ones in June
My hands are hard and dry like that of a overworked slave
Am a tired little girl that has no choice but to stay brave
My hair is a mess from my restless lifestyle without a pay
Am the exploited little girl that does more than many in a day
Adolescence is a stage of life that I will never know of
Am the premature little girl who jumped all the above
When I discovered life, I discovered the way of the poor
A pain like no other, isn’t enough description for what I endure
But am just a little girl, growing in the slums without pearl
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Samori Sombel Sy
Writting is like a weapon, you can use it in a positive or negative way. I try my best to use it positively by promoting the well being of society as a whole, and bringing up different issues that the world and humans face today.
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Fa Sy | Nov 8th, 2005
I love this poem! It kinda reminds me of the one i wrote 'Little senegalese girl'.Very poignant ;)
Fa Sy | Nov 26th, 2005
It is so much better than mine! I salute u lil' fellah :)
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