MISSING SCHOOL GIRL
I cry, I cry
but who does hear these tears?
the wind, oh the wind
I look up in despair.
This unending nightmare
is more than I can bear.
But all I do is stare,
but my heart makes a wish.
I look but I see not
I listen for that holy call
the part where I yell freedom at last
and goodbye to my hurting past.
Could my day have grown past?
Could my night have long last?
If it be the light of dawn
that I may perceive again.
With fading hopes and visions
my dreams they fizzle out.
With only little provision
this might just be my last.
I cry in the face of destiny
I stare in the face of hope.
Now left in teary lingers
how much more can I cope.
A virgin yet a mother
a maiden yet a widow.
My voice; it screams for help
My heart; it burns in tears.
Oh! how they cut my skin
My flesh is now for dogs.
Oh! how they eat me daily
just like a bowl of pods.
I cry, I cry
but who does hear these tears?
The wind; they mock me daily
the bird; they sing my doom.
The days; they just keep passing
and nights I spend in gloom.
I pray this all ends quickly
and then my heart will bloom
DEDICATED TO THE CHIBOK GIRLS.
Poem by: Joy Ngofaa
Models: Nimi Ngiangia
Joy Ngofaa
Email: joyngofaa@yahoo.com
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