| Poverty There is a child A girl, ten years old She has beautiful dark eyes Compelling, liquid She wears nothing but a small skirt, Despite the fact that it is winter. Her teeth chatter but she is smiling, Trying to be brave. Her stomach is bloated, she is starving, It is filled with gas. There is fear behind her eyes She knows soon she will die. Her sister stands beside her. She is twelve years old Her stomach is big too But she is pregnant. By the age of thirteen she will be a mother There is a sadness behind her eyes, She knows her baby will die. |