The world has many homes
That tell me "Leah feel free to visit my home,any time"
But there are sixty and seven doors
That have told me never to dare.
My fingers are sore from knocking
My feet sore from walking
My lips are dry from begging
My tears are dry,for i have no more.
You don't need that giant padlock
For i am weak,no strenghth to break a small one
When your children visit me they find no locks
And i have never been of harm to them.
Now i will create wings,for your children need me
I will not need a visa to fly over your home
And when you see me soar up in the sky
You will beckon me come down.
Leah Auma Okeyo.