Helping Hands
This piece is inspired by the kids I see on a regular in major markets in Accra. A lot of them female, barely speaking English and not in school.
At the break of light
Up, work starts
Assembling, collecting
Cleaning tools of service
Vessels of steel, made for lifting
Constant carrying, constant movement
All to make dime for daily bread
Scorching sun and rainy days
Never derails
our helping hands
Little bodies, heavy load
Dark skin, sweat beads, flowy skirts
Up and down
Making business
Night comes, loads go
We clear our vessels
Make beds at roadsides
Our makeshift homes
For tomorrow comes,
When we shall again rise
Hurdling and gathering at selling stops
To use our vessels to lift others burdens
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