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Abu Bakarr Kamara

Inspirational

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Abu Bakarr Kamara

Inspirational

Village Boy

Village Boy

1 min
301


Waking up in cold mornings

Discomforted and my body shivering 

My mouth unstoppably shaking 

My body weakened and my feet trembling 

As I walk through the lonely stony road to the stream 

My entire body gets soaked, as the water reaches the container's bream. 

I keep wondering about my dreams

As I see butterflies and hear the birds sing. 


When shall my story change? 

I keep wondering,

Is it true that our futures have been exchanged

For golden rings?

Is it true that our rights have been buried in our mothers' land?

Is it true that my feet are made for the village trek?


To school, I walk barefoot with my sisters. 

Encouraging words we always hear from our teachers 

They use to tell us that we are the future leaders 

But I wonder how I can be one without even a pair of slippers?


With an empty stomach, I walk home from school.

Without slippers, not talking of shoes. 

When shall I be free? 

I have no clue 

Because I always think differently 

Like I'm such a big fool.


At night I go to bed 

My eyes become red

My voice was heavier than lead 

And silently, I sleep in the realm of hunger.

Punching my frustration on my pillow every night as I wonder.

Poverty if you were human, I would have put you asunder.


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