Paint Of An African Child

Today has been the African Child Day and decided to write a poem like this, obviously cuz I'm an African Child.

Paint me with hard brushes,
Paint me with dark colours
That defies a true African Child.

Paint me on the streets and graffitis
Very hungry and sick,
Yearning and shuddering.

A paint without shelter and clothing,
Craving for succor and love.

Paint me looking malnourished
And ill-fed, No hope for anymeal,
Paint me droolling for meal at Little Palm Islan.

Paint an African child psychologically abused,
Paint an African child down on the cold streets.

Paint me out there
Trying to eke a living for
My family and pay fees for my kid bro'.

Paint me with a nodding disease,
And no medicine in the hospitals,
Paint me calling for help, and
They pretend not to hear my voice.

Paint an African Child out there sold
For slavery and thigh trade,
Paint an African Child in the ghetto
You wink at and feel nausea.

Paint me out there barefooted
Marching down the streets of soweto,
Protesting the inferior educ quality,
And my demands as an African.

Paint me writing this poem
On the streets of Kampala,
Paint me with an African Child tone,
Paint me on the walls of Egypt,
Paint me a true African Child.