Little Girl With No Shoes

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Age ten
Three years from puberty
I was faced with a cruel reality:
I’m a little girl with no identity

Was I neglected for my colour or odour?
Will I be able to trace my race or my roots?
Reality: I’m a little girl with no ancestry

Foster homes, my homes
Adopted to be cared for
But like a cattle I was rared for
The product of my talents

Fifteen years are past
Now I’ve got my wish at last:
Recognition for my talents

With medals around my neck
An award and a perk
I stand celebrated

To all who do not know
To all who cherish my glow
I’m still that little girl with no shoes

– By Oruz Kennedy

Let’s all endeavour to be blessings to the girl child. God bless you.

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