Rights of a Child
I am a child which I can do different things Each and every things which my parents told on me. Be good at all times and don't forget to pray God Because God protects me from any harm or in danger. I have the rights to be born and to lived once As I can see, the happy, happy, morning sun Their tender love and care make me be more lively. Through their gently touching makes me more been smiling. As a child, I have a right to play and have fun And to listen my beautiful teacher at school Who teaches me in a good manner and right conduct. As I grew up and molded to be a better man. Thanks for my Mama and Papa for schooling me. They are the one who guide me when I'm growing up, To make myself respectful and courteous. And to be a good leader and a follower.
Child of God
I yearned for wine 🍷 that joy may fuller be Found I sorrow burning in my sunken soul Without thee hath no greater joy man shouldest breathe I drown! I drown! deep in thy love - and give back that I didst owe! I bury now, in deep earth my pride - my ego That hast made thou hid thy face aloft I cast down my knees to the soil and my crown below! That joy mayest spring forth from my belly! Strike the sacred harp in ancient notes and sweet For thou moveth in still waters without ripples For thou de
THE GIRL CHILD
I am a seed, Planted in this soil called life. In me lies fruits, Fruits that will last for generations to come. Fruits that can either be a daughter or a son, a woman or a man, a mother or a father, a sister or a brother, a wife or a husband. Nurture me, Do not torture me, Prune me, Do not hewn me, Love me, Do not hate me, Give me wings to fly high like a bird for I am the girl child. @thebeezybee
MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD by Richie Kharis
I came into the world with my hands folded. Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow. Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs, I became a little star, running around the field with two legs. I sat inside a rolling box as we journeyed to the east not bold to tell anything about the strong black feet on-road miles I could only ask why the other stars ate with their fingers stained because I was born with a golden nail. Sooner or later, days turn into years,