By AYobami Taiwo Olatunji
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Left in the torture of life to fend for herself
Exhumed from the care and tenderness of her mother
She is laid bare to the drench of the rain and scorch of the sun
She is slave of the moment, an unfortunate ordeal walking the earth
With no taste of bread or so much as the soothing taste of water drops
She is swamped in her lonely world
Trekking down her path in solitude
Deserted by him who called her daughter, and lost from the sight of that she calls mother
She is an epitome of pity and a reflection of pain and shades
She is without home and hope
Left only to the comforting hands of the peaceful air that dries up her tears whenever it crosses her path
With nothing to eat, she is left with the wearing taste of her thumb; a gruesome sight to behold
She hopes as she walks that the mercy hand of God and the serene hands of men find her path and greet her with love and friendship.
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