The Girl I Barely Knew
she smiled at me,
a little girl
with wire brush hair
this child I didn’t know.
no more than the age of six
held out a bowl
brown with use and abuse.
raised aloft,
in universal begging
language,
I was pinned
with expectations
and reduced to a trance
I retrieved crisp Naira notes
as I dipped my hand
and smiling like a fool
I gave my last money
my transport fare
to this child with wire brush hair
and then I walked home
skipping even
pleasantly hoodwinked
By a girl I barely knew
hey @thatlovechild
i really liked the tempo of this.
A very beautiful piece
cheers
Thank you so much!