It’s not enough.
And all the riches in the world will do no good.
So will she be sold?
Won’t she be let to sing?
Wouldn’t they let her sing?
Why wouldn’t they?
But they don’t have on her any right.
But can she sing, please?
Please let me sing my song.
She asked.
No.
They said.
It’s not enough.
Why not, in the name of life?
She asked.
I want to sing, why won’t you let me?
She asked.
So I can tell you to sing, you won’t anyway.
She said.
So I do what you say?
She asked.
But why?
She said.
Business man, daddy,
There’s no business for me.
Mama, dear mummy,
Give me life,
My song, hear it growing,
Grows up and wide,
Moreover it is mine,
Only mine,
and that’s enough to make me smile.
Can you see it?
Questioning she said.
18/12/08
