The plight of an orphan

The night’s silence drowns their pain with might
thinking whether it's wrong or right
I possibly cannot tell
for a child born out of wedlock to suffer in vain
or for an innocent girl to be deprived of her dignity
and even for this innocent soul to be denied of her liberty
not even guaranteeing her fertility
after he forced the tail in between his legs into her honey pot
and the hard penetration broke her virginity
but none saw the necessity to save her
from this brutalized atrocity,
cos after all she is a street girl and not a victim.

From morn to eve she toils
hawking in the streets for something but nothing
her life is now a mockery
cos  her child with the runny nose cries unceasingly
and her load of iced water on her head
shouting iced water with none wanting to purchase
makes her drop a tear
and many begin to laugh at her ordeal
some blame and criticize her
making the notion she would’ve made a fine nurse had it been she went to school
but the critique seems not to understand her story
cos in a once upon a time she was a daddy’s girl
until death made her an orphan
and the society deprived her of the inheritance,
now a child born with a silver spoon
cannot afford a common spoon.

In the heat her stomach twist and churns
from the hustle and tussle of life
hungry as she would be
there is no morsel to hit her teeth
nor a drop of water to cool her parch throat
and the thought to end it all comes to mind
but the past reminds her of the future of the innocent baby,
on the streets, she begs but none see her plight
men and women pass by only to be scared away by her pitiful sight
in the day she prays for time to pause
for the night never to come
but the sunset and the night comes
for her to find comfort on the carts
and food from leftovers,
for her life is all but a shadow.
her visible countable ribs
are there for all to see
the plight of an innocent orphan in the streets of Accra.