Mommy, can I talk to you - I
have some things to say-
At school I met this little girl-
I made a friend today.
I like her Mommy, she is nice-
but I don't understand-
The other kids don't like her- They
snicker when I hold her hand.
Why do the kids judge her by
the color of her skin -
Why can't they stop and see her
beauty within?
She don't have alot, Mommy, her
family is poor -
She told me that her Daddy drinked-
he dont hug her no more.
Her Mommy's at work after school,
so she's left there alone-
Mommy, can we invite her here,
she can live in our home!
She's really good and I know she
won't need alot-
Just put her in my room , Mommy,
sit up the old cot.
She don't always have enough to
eat, her home is always cold-
Can I give her my teddy bear -
she'll have someone to hold.
Can we do something Mommy,
she's a friend to me-
We can't let her live like this -
she's in misery.
I told her I would ask you Mommy,
Please let her stay here-
I don't want to see her cry , Mommy,
today I saw a tear.
She don't have alot , Mommy, her
family is poor-
She told me that her daddy drinked -
he don't hug her no more...........
Written By Linda M. Hill
