(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Broken Girl

She doesn’t want to hear it
Words are weak and useless
Her eyes are always sad now
And her nights are constantly sleepless

She’s cried rivers and oceans
But the tears do nothing but pour
Make up doesn’t cover all her pain
Or how you made her heart so sore

Her smiles are small and distant
As if it were a reflex
Now she’s trying to end her pain
Because her life is too complex

Are you happy that you made her
This broken little girl
Distant from all reality
Cut away from the real world

Her funeral was last Saturday
And you didn’t bother to show
I was wrong you did find it easy
To let that poor girl go

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