Have you met that little girl? That little girl who lives on the dark side of the world. That little girl who has not eaten for days. That little girl who doesn’t a have place to call home. I am sure you haven’t, because you live on the bright side of the world.
Oh how she wished! Wished, she could live on the other side of the world, the bright side where everything looks perfect. The side where children have enough to eat. Where a high school diploma doesn’t cost anything but attendance. The side where school busses are available for children, rather than walking miles and miles to school. The side where dreams and desires matter.
Every night as she lay down on her cold mat bed, all she dreams of, is living on the other side of the world. The side where children complain about not having enough sauce on their spaghetti, rather than being grateful for a loaf of bread. She cannot wait to live on the other side of the world, the side where child abuse is a crime, not a disciplinary action. The side where children have six or seven pair of shoes, rather than waiting on harvest season to buy a used pair of shoes. I am sure you have not met that little girl. If you do, you will be grateful for what you have.
The world has shrunk. Have sex in half-black bipartisan calculations. Ripping apart, no body was naked inside the costume. I was too wakeful under the ventilator. They were killing me methodically. It was theatrical. White gowns and blue gowns. Only
Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace, She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face, She isn’t allowed night outs, parties
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
When the night was full of terrors, As a child what you had encountered in your sleep with the demons or devils, Or the beautifully adorned prince or princesses, The superheroes and the fantasies and yet some more- “Dreams” ,
The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,