The same dress for the past week
A little girl that jumps and chants
m-m-mzungu when the van pulls up
A tiny child pushed around and shoved to the ground
Tears well up in her chocolate eyes
No one is there to comfort her and love on her
Her skinny little knee bleeding and bruised
Who is there to wash it clean and cover it?
Who is there to kiss it and make it better?
Where is her mother? Her father?
Does she have anyone?
The pixie girl in the yellow dress
Bright eyed and barefoot dancing in the dirt
Wearing my knock-off ray bans she thinks she’s cool
She looks around at the different shade of her world
Longing for another world she asks me to take her to America
My heart breaks because I would never take her there
But how I wish I could take her into my home in Africa.
I got to hold this same little girl as she fell asleep last night through part of church. She has a little attitude and loves singing to songs in her head. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to never see her again. I’m tired of loving and leaving.
I want to rock her to sleep every night and be there for her as she grows up to be a beautiful woman.
I don’t have a picture with her yet but hopefully I will get one soon!
