something to eat
she turned the temple of God into a
guesthouse
that played host to different kinds of
venomous snakes
her immune system was a baseball
mitt on time's hands
endlessly catching diseases
with no home to run to, she opened
her optical taps
with the water flooding the streets
couldn't afford the expertise of a
plumber
so even when she closed them they
continued to leak
theHIVirus found refuge inside the
temple that God had built for her soul
to inhabit
at 19 she got hospitalized, her legs
and feet too weak to kick the bucket
so she had to make peace with the
pain she suffered
on her supposed "deathbed", she
cried as she watched her life fade
away
then God sent her an angelic being to
bring about change
in her life through powerful words of
poetry
restored her belief with every single
piece he recited for her
shifted the "positivity" from her
immune system
into her mind and it became a part of
her thought process
now she walks every path in life with
maximum confidence
so in essence, time is not the best
healer, poetry is...
Devine Healing
Aged 14,she watched her mother
die at the hands of her worthless
father
cried herself to sleep till her tears
started forming a stream
that gave birth to a whirlpool that
ended up swallowing her dreams
her father's life resembled that of a
farmer, who instead of watering his
seed
would rather pollute the soil in which it
was planted
and that was evident when he went on
to rape her, she underwent therapy
in a room full of anatomically correct
dolls, which could only bring back
unpleasant memories
of the day she got robbed off her
virginity
her inner voice failed to even fall on
deaf ears
for her emotional lips were duck-taped
by fear
tried to lick her wounds, but fate kept
rubbing salt on to them
at 16,she ran away from home, trying
to find shelter in the streets
tattooed her mom's picture on the left
side of her chest
which she viewed as a token of
remembrance
believed it would serve as a symbol of
guidance
often bullied by other street kids for
refusing to take drugs
desperate for acceptance and love
she'd often slit her wrists, trying to
make the cut
on cold nights, she rocked short skirts
that made her thighs freeze
selling her body to make loot for
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