That Little Girl Poem by Konjit Berhane

She used to love shiny bright things like gold
Never did I thought kids love such things
When they are as young as 8 years old
I remember her silver earrings
No more silver
But yellow nail polish painted on them

But a life changing experience happened one day after school
Her brother came home with out her, which was against the rule
And for that he was called such a fool

Her mother crying thinking her daughter’s got lost
Told the father before he even put out his coat
And he called every one he could think of
But nothing came out of it, it was tough

After hours of worries and shook
The girl came home and as nothing happened at the gate she knocks
No one recalls who opened her
Next thing we knew she sat by the side of her mother

Later on, on an interview with her dad
A girl took her or should I say she was kidnapped
She took off her gold earring telling her she’s got
Nephews and nieces that snatch gold and more she brag
But now as she keeps it for her, told her to worry about nothing

Another question she asked her was “what kind of hair bans she likes
What colored? ”
Same old favorite, bright and shiny yellow
And left her in Mai’chot to get her a hair bans or so
The little girl came home empty handed
No gold…no hair ban …nothing
Nothing at all…

You might wonder what color she likes now
She’s crazy about black and likes silver or so
All her electronic staff silver put in a row
And she is a great lover of a rainbow.
Not yellow, not any more

Mai’chot – a name of a neighborhood.


16 September,05