I once saw a dark skinned woman.
Her eyes were on no one
But the baby she had given
A piggy-back ride
Years had elapsed by
But being a child
Became my sudden desire.
If I were a child,
I would just walk out
And enjoy all the things outside
I would come home still
Though no place replaced it.
I would not wake up
As my father did
Not to be late
I would not get up
When I fell
Because I would be given a hand
When I yell.
I would cry
If I were a child,
For anything I want
Because I knew that
An older one
Would get me them
But still as an adult,
I can still cry
To God
For everything through prayers
I would still be scorned
As a child,
But that is what I still desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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