Comments about Jessica Strydom
The Wounds Of Her Mind
See that girl standing there with the stain upon her dress,
Is that stain the stain that hurts her most?
See that girl standing there with the cut upon her face,
Is that cut cut by the knife of fear?
Her face is stained with the tear of yesterday
Her eyes reflect today
But jet her feet are bruised by running so far away
Running into darkness never to be found again
Her month is open no word comes out
The questions are in her mind
Fresh tears will pour
New questions will be formed
Her feet will be bruised for forever more