Africas Little Ones

I am merely a vessel that speaks for those that lack the means to do so on there own.

How alone am I. Blanketed by obscurity cast into the world to do little more then die.
Born amongst the carnage brought about by the fray, little love was found and when it was it would not last nor stay.
I sit solemnly in silence while pain grips my heart, while I bare disdain and avarice for the life I did not choose to start.
What more can be said no other words can be uttered in armament for someone already concieved dead. I am A child born of african decent Battered and bruised by the country with whom I lent my everything!