I am that girl,
For whom, the world exists not.
For whom, the world exists not.
For my world is seclusion in itself,
Yet to be created and yet to be deciphered.
Yet to be created and yet to be deciphered.
I am still the child,
Who is frightened from the sounds of my shadow,
From the shivering in my body,
From the titling sounds in the rooftop.
Who is frightened from the sounds of my shadow,
From the shivering in my body,
From the titling sounds in the rooftop.
I am still that girl,
Who is plunged deeper in her fears like a scared little girl.
That winds up in the dark of the night,
Who curls together with my legs folded just right.
Who is plunged deeper in her fears like a scared little girl.
That winds up in the dark of the night,
Who curls together with my legs folded just right.
I am still that child,
Proclaimed to be a "child"
Pronounced a baby,
Yet sold off to make a baby.
Proclaimed to be a "child"
Pronounced a baby,
Yet sold off to make a baby.
I am that girl child,
Deprived of the rights to childhood.
Plunged into a forced marriage,
That I may be children's carriage.
Deprived of the rights to childhood.
Plunged into a forced marriage,
That I may be children's carriage.
© Teelite Pen
The girl child marriage still happens till date. It saddens me when I heard that it happened some days ago in a remote state here in Nigeria. These children are put in harm's way and this shouldn't be. Say to No to girl child marriage. These children have bright futures ahead. Help them by taking a stance against girl child marriage
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