• there she is
    with her unruly black hair tied back in a ponytail
    dressed in fabric of a washcloth
    poised innocently, her feet bare
    wounded and defiled
    but whats truly unhygienic
    is her lifestyle that's considered
    normal for a child, its completely vile
    with a single mother who is terminally ill
    at nine years old, Little Parody
    and her sister work to the bone
    to earn some money to keep the household uphold
    at nine years old, she possess the hands
    of an aging construction worker
    cogitation takes me back, to when I was nine years old
    all that was expected of me was to come home before it got cold!
    Little Parody, you hold such a tremendous burden
    of that most likely not even a grown man could
    every sunrise, you awaken
    your diminutive hands are assigned
    to carry four bricks each, and load them onto the truck
    every sunrise, you awaken to the same routine
    and I have the audacity to say my life is insipid!
    Little Parody, you've been robbed of your adolescence
    you've never gotten the chance to experience
    childhood
    Little Parody, I beg for forgiveness
    all those times, you were on the television
    and I changed the channel, but now
    I see, I envision
    all you have to endure
    I feel, I acknowledge
    your hardships
    Little Parody, I pray for you
    please don't lose your grip
    don't lose your hold on hope
    one day I know, you will be stripped of this nightmare
    be patient, give it some time
    when it comes, reach for that hand
    skies will no longer be gray, you will soon witness the rays..
    Little Parody.. I Pray