I will grow up to be a woman, she will too
I am free, she is not
I am home, she is trapped
In the distance, I play with my friends,
Running to mama and papa as each day ends, praying these memories won’t stop.....
In the distance, I see her cry, longing for ma or pa, begging Mr. Monster to stop.
I am just a kid, she is not,
Aged by seen wickedness, begging Papa in heaven to make it stop.
She is maid, a slave, sex tool...her crime being in school, being a girl, being a child?
And I am princess, surrounded by the norm in my world,
I am just a girl, she is too...
I will grow up to be a woman, she will too,
I am free, she is not,
I am me, she is statistics
I am me.......she is number 1, 2, 3, 4..........234
I am happy....she is sad
I make my choices.....she doesn’t
I am free...she is afraid...
Feeling a little sad about the little girls abducted recently by Boko-haram. Where are they? What’s going on with them? Why were they taken? Why aren’t we looking for them, state - state, house - house? What's the government doing?
I hate how we refer to them in numbers. 234 girls were abducted, that’s what the news says...These are real, feeling beings, children, you know?
I wonder what her name is, her favourite colour or hobbies. I wonder if she fought a boy or had a favourite meal or if her best-friend is with her...
I wonder if she was moms pet, a dreamer, a talker, a writer...
My heart breaks every time I think about these little ones, these jewels.
I am so thankful to God for the 34 or so that have returned home.
Yes, I believe in ‘rainbows-over-cloud’. I can’t wait to see them, these beautiful ones free. You?
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