Between The Lines Poem by raymond letsitsa

Dear Beautiful
This day is so very strange
Never thought that beauty might change
To ugliness
At first you were the face
of holiness
You got used by your thug boyfriends
You were raped at a few parties with your girlfriends
You discovered hunger
and became a prostitute
This is no poem yet,
Just a reminder that even
heaven has a substitute
Your grin is no smile anymore
You are dying not from Aids, but from a heart gone sore
You remember the days in which you might have won the war
But got cheated
By the tongue twisted words of those who praised you
Only to get you defeated
Now they sniff at you like
smelly feet
You wear make up like camouflage to feel complete
Only those who never knew you could fall
by your side
Begging you to make them climax or maybe
lift their tide
You can, in the future, become someone's
forbidden bride
But now you suffer the agony of living with that
pride