Little Girl With No Shoes
Please read the work of a talented writer.
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.