Tuesday, January 22, 2008

For the girl-child at home

You carry your truth
A key to rooms beyond walls
Built between then and now.

You see more than the masks
Of you’re everyday living
See land once travelled
We occupy the same space.
I do not know if you recognise this pre-sent moment.

I am searching for you in open spaces
Afraid to hide
Least life passes me by.

I wonder at times
If you are the manifestation of our dreams
Tried to pinch your thoughts
To confirm this reality
But your flesh is beyond touch

I retreat to familiar mental corners
Distance…

The girl-child
The one sometimes ignored for maturity
Screams in mute tones

Do something! say something!

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