If she was a colour, she would be blue,
broken on the inside with no desire to start anew, she was the bearer of bad news and started to believe her existence was defined by unaldeterated sorrow with no hope for a superordinate tomorrow.
With her pride stolen at a tender age, she was the composer of her life story so she had no one to help her start up a new page, her heart full of enmity and no room for love as she believed it was all a myth, left with no one to fight this cruel world with.
Not sure what armor to put on, she battled her way out of adolecense, she waited for her sunny day but the light from the sun was as indistinct as that of a fluorescent.
She was on the rolercoaster of emotions spinning right through her mind that at that time couldn't comprehend the structure of her emotional spectrum.
Venomous by the sting of pain, she grew herself to hate, believing that the hands of time hold her terrible fate.
I love this👌,it flows really nicely nd written so well,I swear it paints a picture
Sad tale of devastating consequences of rape told in eloquent finesse. Insightful and articulate. Thanks for sharing bro.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As sad as the story is, it brings out a side of life everyone needs to get understanding of.