African Child

Oh God! This is all because of you… Oh God! Please brighten my view… Oh God! Please help me through… Oh God! I love you too… Where I came from is unbelievable! Knowing my home is unpredictable! Speaking of my tone is unobservable! Where I shall be gone…is unreliable!   Since the first day… When life I was given, What I can say… I wish I was in heaven!   Life to me was tough! Though my parents were alive… My ambitions became rough, I had nowhere to strive!   I begun child labor, When I was so… young! I worked for my neighbors, By closing up my tongue.   I didn’t know to speak, My life was a hail! I became very weak, With what I can tell.   My father denied, That I had his blood, I dearly cried, And I felt so sad.       My mother was poor… She died with HIV, Since it has got no cure, I had it for free.   I became a street girl, Fighting and stealing, Some were annoyed, With what I was doing.   A young to old… Was my personality, Silver to gold… To me was destiny.   I had no money, I had no food, I walked long journey, That no one understood   Who is my father? I really don’t know… Do I have a brother…? To call him bro?!   How beautiful I was, So…young and cool, But ignorant of course, Since I NEVER went to school.   Some men wanted, To feed and raised me, I never neglected, I had to agree.   But their aims were not, The way I knew… Life was HOT! In  real sense of view.
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Zainab Abdallah

Multi-talented...eager to know, learn & share experiences and challenges..determined, committed and inspired to bring changes to heal the world!

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