She Dances Alone Poem by Francisca Darko

The blades, they cut, rip at her soles
The blackened shards, put there by your hand, maybe her own
But she'll smile, it's already a lesson learnt- she dances alone,
Upon your jewelled throne, you sit and condone
She's breathless with the song that never ends

Lies in the nest that you have made
She lies in a bed that you have made
And feeds of what you throw
The reapings of what you sow.

Pale is her skin and white is her heart
Black is your ink that rips her apart
Tattered is the dress that hugs her tight
Her crushed spirit will never fight

Her forgiveness is what you can never earn
You'll work hard but you will never learn
That you have ruined her
You have stained and polluted her
She's bruised, battered, scarred and so
Forever, she will dance alone

Her pain, can't you feel her pain?
It will stream from her eyes and stain
It will clutch at your heart then fade.
For she has learnt