I
once knew a girl,
There
she was
Sitting
alone
Far
away from home.
People
thought she was different
A
stranger from the rest
What
they didn’t know was she really did her best
But
fitting in isn’t always easy.
For
a start she had to work very hard
Back
home, playing wasn’t even a choice
She
had to scrub, rub and clean the house
That
was her life, she didn’t know better.
If
only she had known those two little words,
It
would have made a change and
She
would have been able to step out of her cage.
She
also had dreams,
The
dream of freedom,
Of
feeling the wind in her face
And
never again feel out of place.
Human
rights, we take them for granted
But
not for everyone it’s the same
Because
there are many children
Like
this girl with no name.
By Marloes E. Zanen, Spain
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