As an African child.

As an African child
I crawled on my mama’s arms
Searching for an imaginary house
Which bore me with a fancy view
Of the passing clouds upon my head.

As an African child
I jumped many times of seeing the clown
Who laughed and cried
Making jokes
Acting an excellent spy
With many children in their uncanny bed.

As an African child
I saw the bitterness on my mama’s face
And tried to chase
Her shadow before her cheeks were wet.

As an African child
I drew my plan on the clay pot
I insisted to fly
Asking my sun to let me feel
The charming of justice light
And asking the darkness to rest,
Because I am that unfortunate
As an African child.

Amirah Al Wassif

Amirah Al Wassif is a freelance writer(28) years old,from egypt She has written articles, novels, short stories poems and songs. Five of her books were written in Arabic and many of her English works have been published in various cultural magazines. Amirah is passionate about producing literary works for children, teens and adults which represent cultures from around the world. Her first book, was published in 2014 and her latest illustrated book, The Cocoa Book and Other Stories is forthcoming.


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