This child is from mine fields
War zones

Walking on egg shells at birth
Thrown on this balance beam
Minuscule and insignificant
Within other hearts

Within this cement jungle
Where the wrong colour
Of your hair
Your jacket
Your skin
Your jeans
Could be the difference between life and death
Wrong place, wrong time

Chocolate orbs a witness to savage crimes
A cruel world hidden from tiny eyes
Most of the time

However, she is strong
She wears an old face, a wise face
And in her infant heart she knows to move on
Because even the darkest night dawns a brighter day
And that day has come