sits a deranged vision of what she sees
with arrangements that keep her on the pavement
where etched out addresses will become the engraving
on her grave
her face down will limit her days
for she cant see her worth and how she is worth being saved
at some point her vision was blurred
she FED into the identity of this world
and she stopped caring for who she was
STUFFING her soul instead with empty love
that never quite fit as well as the glove
of self loathing that she covered herself with
as confidence portrayed a superficial image
reality was that she couldnt live with this
for this will KILL her, the misuse of her hand
limits her inability to understand
her value wont be confirmed through any man
so she needs to take a stand
against this curse that engulfs her body
things done in darkness are labeled as naughty
though some see it as haughty
and there is power there
control in her eyes with a deepened stare
into the mirror reflecting no care
for herself
this is enough
time to THROW UP her insecurities though it is tough
and her exterior is calloused and rough
into that of one who is far greater
to not be her own narrator
anymore...
it is him that will rescue her heart from the sore
and her body that is torn.
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