The African Girl Child

As I guess into her brown dilated eyes, Pains radiated and gushed out of her depressed soul. Discrimination had dwarfed her ambitions like acid rain from the skies, River of tears escaped my eyes; her right was sold. Her voice, with a tentative question in it, rested in air and was silent, Her land is flowing with milk and honey, yet she is starving to death, She perceived the iron hand within the velvet glove, not decent, I smiled and she sighed deeply, education is in dearth. Gathering all her scattered impulses into a passionate act of courage, Dignity and sweet patience were in her look. She knows that her skin holds on black anchorage, Buried hopes rose from their sepulchers and was penned in a book. Now and forever, girls' rights must be protected, She is our sister, daughter and future mother and shouldn't be intimidated. This sonnet is dedicated to the African girl child.