Am A Slave Of Ma Soul Poem by Laila laila

Wandering, Strolling dragging all day long
I confront the body, where does this soul belong?
Oh! How I reject this slavery of this anonymous women….
To whom I surrendered in fear of being wrong
Every evening when I knock the door to meet ma soul
A Voice comes screeching, , , , “Try again, , me not home

The emptiness creeps in again, , , leaving me alone …
no matter how hard I try.. I still weep and moan