Saturday, December 8, 2018

She was young

She was young
Told and taught everyday
Not a good girl but wife
Days go by still remains
Her mind limited
Eyes directed, Emotions derailed
A girl is grown and sold 
Her soul trades thousands
Every day her life is advertised
All men are investors
A business that favour men
African girl she is 
Young and vulnerable 
Her soul pleads mercy
Her mind travels 
There is hope in her eyes
Vision is brought to life
She fights silently 



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