Under The Sun Poem by Serwaah Debrah

Under the sun she stands
a young girl of nine
cloths tattered and worn
hair tangled and overgrown

Under the sun she stands
trying to tantalize a customer’s tongue
Yellow mangoes ripe and appealing
Almost bursting out its juices

Under the sun she stands,
sweat on her brow, hands akimbo
the street her teacher
no one cares, you get what you find

Under the sun she stands
a look of indifference, this is all she knows
Accepting a fate where
Sweat and toil has no reward.