Little Black Girl

As if stuck in the stark naked reality
I see you wondering totally unclothed
in the nearby park,
walking wobbly on small legs
with huge brown and white eyes
looking inquiring at everything
before you start staring into the distance

and somehow I wish that I could protect
your innocence, your sweet childish sincerity,
that I could make you free
from a world filled with starvation

and could like a butterfly give your wings,
to find your own joys in a world
of beautiful and enjoyable things
but that’s not the way that your live is set to go.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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