As if stuck in the stark naked reality <br />I see you wondering totally unclothed <br />in the nearby park, <br />walking wobbly on small legs <br />with huge brown and white eyes <br />looking inquiring at everything <br />before you start staring into the distance <br /> <br />and somehow I wish that I could protect <br />your innocence, your sweet childish sincerity, <br />that I could make you free <br />from a world filled with starvation <br /> <br />and could like a butterfly give your wings, <br />to find your own joys in a world <br />of beautiful and enjoyable things <br />but that’s not the way that your live is set to go.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-black-girl-3/
