The Street Girl Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Oh God, who seen this girl on the street?
With no place to stay not even your house, your church
Except the street,
The girl no name but fame
She even no clothes but rags,
No God or faith, neither friends nor foes alike,
Her friends in the singing birds,
Her thinking’s with the stars, its light, and its bulb scattered littering the night sky,
She got no brother nor sister nor father nor mother
She got none to caress her skin to radiance
Except the soft breeze that carries her through dreams beauty full
Only to dump her again in reality
She is showered by the skies
That washes sometimes away her fears, tears and sorrow
And other times washes to her shores fears, tears and sorrow when stormy
And for her no scourge from the sun but warmth,
She got neither love nor food
Perhaps not, she got fruits and dregs,
She got bowl little where passersby drop her coins,
In night cold,
She shivers though for she has neither socks nor shoes

She got hair long unkempt yet attracting,
She got scars covered beneath her beauty, her smile,
Underneath her thinness, slenderness
She got livers, kidney and no cancer
She got her innocence and her life.