I wish

its painful to see young girls all grown,

with no time for education, she got a job taking care of the kids at home,

she wishes she could have friends,

share secrets, have fun, hold hands,

but she stuck, so she wakes up early and sleeps late,

breaks stones on the side of the road, just to put food on the plate,

and at night when shes alone, she takes time a minute to cry,

so many questions, and she asks god why,

life is so hard, and why her parents had to die,

but she gets no answer,

life of poverty is an african cancer,