The Girl With The Brown Hair

For well-nigh an hour
The girl…
I couldn’t help but fix my eyes
The girl…
All my devotion, to the red- eyed spent
The girl…
Everything about her seemed to be native
The girl…
Though all were but eyes deceiving
The girl…
And there appeared to be a one thing distinct
The girl…
Her brown hair…,
Her brown hair, all matter fully portrayed
The girl…
She is deprived,
Frail and weak
The girl…
Her enunciated bones,
The message they wholly detailed
This then must be poverty nattering
The girl with the brown hair
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Oyebola.

 

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