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She
Volume 1
Who is she?
Is she defined by her name or her hobbies?
Who she is around, how she is influenced?
Who is this ‘she’ I am talking about?
SHH—don’t distract her,
She’s now learning her name.
3 years old,
She’s sitting in front of the TV,
Watching Barbie for the umpteenth time,
She learned words but we couldn’t understand her,
She couldn’t express herself much
She was quiet.
It took some progress, though she can’t speak her home language
That was the decision, sticking to one language
She learned to talk, oh a chatterbox she was.
She could express herself,
She could say her name proudly
,
She was energetic.
What did she look like?
She was fair, though the sun burned her skin,
A polite resting face, a friendly smile.
She never worried about her hair, that was the adults problem
“You shall never have my lamp, and there is no one to save you this time!”
NO!
The Aladdin play in live action,
Was that Jasmine’s desperate cry?
Even Jafar was confused.
That line wasn’t rehearsed,
Who’s cry was it?
It was the little girl in the back. Her.
She was embarrassed,
But what was embarrassment to a 7 year old?
She was ecstatic.
She never forgot that day.
Every year or two,
her cousins came to visit from London,
It was their summer break,
One boy, one girl,
She was the oldest but somehow gets in trouble most of the time,
They always played,
The only time she didn’t feel like an only child,
Though every year, she’s reminded—
They are special,
Every year, she’s shouted at.
She’s chasited,
Degraded,
Humiliated,
She learned a big word one day,
She was a disappointment.
What were her wishes?
“I wish I was smart,
I don’t want to be insulted ever again”
She promised to grow into someone.
Her massive collection of mistakes,
She felt she was second place,
Let her discover her talents,
Her dreams,
She’s still in 6th grade,
She has time, right?
She moved to a new school,
Her scores were better,
Her mother was proud,
She always is,
So she finally relaxed.
Volume 2
She gets an American passport?!
She’s going to America?!
It was her choice,
Stay or go?
She had time,
When the semester was over, that was her choice.
“Go.” Her mother insisted.
The girl was shocked,
“Why? I just enrolled to the school, it would be a waste of your money—”
“When there’s an opportunity, take it,”
Her mother continued,
“That money I spent wasn't wasted—
I want the best for you, so take this chance”
The girl was surprised,
But all she could do was nod,
She wanted to go,
But she didn't want that bill to be seen as squander,
With her mother's permission,
She took the chance.
Everything is so new,
Very different,
It was weird but WOW—was she in awe.
New school, new friends
Already in a fall out–Great..
That's never happened before..
But hey, she got back together with one of them!
She still drew,
Her voice grew, Tuneful-wise
What she pushed herself to do,
That’s what she was proud of,
Her first concert,
April 23rd, 2022.
With an Opera singer, Joyce DiDonato
And at Carnegie Hall–
The most prestigius concert venues in New York,
Oh she was frightened at show time
She sang the notes,
"What is the audience heard me?
whatever keep singing"
She did,
She kept singing,
Her voice harmonized with others
It was beautiful
That was the moment she felt she belonged
She turned 13.
A year in New York,
The trouble still came,
Then came the tears,
She couldn’t take it anymore,
Her last Choir concert,
She said goodbye,
She moved back to Ghana,
In her mothers arms.
Volume 3
She’s 16 now,
Shocking.
Her growth is like a layered cake,
Still in progress,
She’s a pretty girl,
Accepting her self,
There are still doubts,
But she tries to toss them in the junk mail.
There's no volume 4, 5, or 7 yet,
Don’t bother asking,
She hates spoilers,
So does the Narrator.
