LITTLE DANCER
Rosa,
Poor, beautiful God’s perfect creature
Everything good on her
Regardless the size of her pocket.
She is just a mere teenager
But her troubles are older than her.
Her office is the country club
At Najera
The floor with glitering shining tiles
Is her office seat
And
The dancing pipe,
Is her desk
She is a club dancer.
Rosa,
A part time dancer
And a student at one of the universities,
She comes from a humble background
So, all troubles are beyond her measure.
She is a student before the sun sets
And later,
When the sun has gone to rest
She is a dancer
Who earns from her beauty.
Touch and continue.
Copyright © MARTIN MUKWAYA | Year Posted 2024
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