To those who were never given a chance….
She lived there,
Or maybe here,
But somewhere around here or there
We’re not sure.
But we saw her a few times
But no one ever noticed what she was doing
Or the expression on her face
Some people never even noticed her at all.
But she was here.
For so long, she became camouflaged
To the colour of society
The background of the community
Invisible to all
But she was alive, she lived a life.
We know this because we can see her dead body
With the stuck expression of sorrow, rejection and loneliness on her face
With the air of sadness around her
But who was she?
This innocent looking and yet sad face
But how can we know now?
For it is too late
And her lonely and sorrowful story
Her stiff body tells.
Finally, free to go,
And given the freedom
The world never gave.
©Oreoluwa Matemilola 2017
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