Life was unfair, boldly claiming her chances.
her neck creaked under its weight
From the problems that sold her out,
And kept putting her life on a rewind
Till she could smell the awful stench of her misery
Oh she screamed, but no one listened.
Life took every piece of her sweetness
And tucked them away in bottles.
When she complained about her problems,
She was told, she 'ould get over it.
Her life was bleeding right before them
Yet no one bothered.
Snap it broke! The strand that held her life
So she fell, into the muddy swamp of despair
And her pretty rose face, turned blue.
Miraculously a touch discovered her,
And flowed down to her core!
The crux that spiraled her to melt away
A second opportunity it gave,
For her glory to rise again!
POET: Babatunde Modupe
IMAGE CREDIT: Goggle Images.
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