"I am that African girl child,
Whom you've left in the forests' wild.
While you darling to mourn my death,
As my dreams fade, breath by breath?
Was I not born with heart and soul,
That I'm treated as half the whole?
Was I not to be bred with boundless beauty,
Rather than penury and pains as my duty?
Oh! Poor sublime soul of mine
When will you too be free and fine?
When shall I sail through sorrows' deep,
Having no more cause to sob and weep?
I shall yet bless the human race,
Who even has deprived me of divine grace.
For what is my pride as a mother,
If I curse my child for his blunder?
Awake! And salvage this searing truth;
That if you toss around, blight and brute,
Then you must know this, straight and sound;
That what goes around comes around.
Soberly take this bread of life,
As it comes through your chosen baker.
For you know not if his wife,
Also lies in the black girls' manger"
DEDICATED TO ALL UNSMILING BLACK GIRL CHILD.
By
David O. Olusanya
BBM: 568F7664
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