Her Innocence shone like the rising sun,
It illuminates the corners of the entire hall.
Her hazy gaits strutting, on her way,
As she moved on to take the stage.
A representative of the children in the forum,
She held the microphone firmly to her lips.
Looking up, she made sure their voices are heard.
heard in this with little attention to her type.
Her lips quipped out a nimble smile,
As her shiny teeth radiate through the crowd.
In a very simple heading she made her point,
“Listen to the voice of the next generation”
She picked out the words in her clarion call;
Held the crowd mute with her angelic voice.
She spoke out for the needs of her type.
Her voice and words laced with emotion.
She took a bow, stepped down and waved.
She blew an imaginary kiss to the crowd.
The audience wondered; oh this little angel.
She stole their hearts, attention and their love.