She walked barefoot on the ground full of rocks and nails
With clothes ripe all over her body
Her legs are an open door
For the good guy to give her children
To teach them how to say yes sir, no sir
She maybe black as a darkness sir
But she has her beauty
She ain't just a hog
Who is cultivating your farm under the hot sun
Yes, sir you are my master i'll walk on your command
No, sir i am nobody in your sight
She cried
Her skin transformed into parallel lines
You can even see spit scattered on her face
She had no choice
But to flew westward
Sir, she needed to survive
But sir you didn't care
She could have told you
But your selfishness would not allow her
The girl who ran away
Was so sweet, so innocent
Now, she is wanted for granted.
The girl who ran away.
Guenael Oristel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-who-ran-away/
