A poem by MERCY SECHWA
Often read of
Often heard of minds and mouths are ever open
Books are never silent about orphans
But why? Is it because people try to understand orphans from afar?
All what they see is uniqueness and a solution from reality.
When I cry
I am often misunderstood
She is crying because she lost both her parents
They suppose
When I am hungry it is because I am an orphan
When I misbehave they hold back the root of discipline
Instead they may worsen my situation.
Often I am misunderstood
But why? I am just like Jack and Jill
With all my senses
I am surrounded by the same environment
Like everyone else.
I get excited
And, at times, too joyous about life
Yea
I am just like you
I expect parental discipline from loving parents
Often, often misunderstood
Let me tell you all my beloved, to stop the misunderstanding of orphans
Love me, feed me
And make me your child
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