GIRL IN THE BLUE DRESS III
GIRL
IN THE BLUE DRESS III
Who
is that girl in that blue dress?
an
African child
that
bemoans the first man of her life
she
mourns
tears
streaking her ebony face like that of a cheetah
stripped
of the joy of childhood
suffering
betrayal in the hands of her own blood
like
the eleven
who
is that girl in that blue dress?
whose
immaculateness is at the heart of internal turmoil
the
raging sea of depression washing away her gleaning smile
she
is the mark of Eden
transformed
to a protean terrain full of dark odium
It
is I who beckons
the
girl in blue dress
the
African child lost
in
the pubertile course
in
the black native daughter of the soil
screaming
in anguish,
the
told tale of jealousy, hate and envy.
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