I watched from the stairs of my home
As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb.
It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing,
The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
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Wow! Beautiful diction; nicely written end-rhyming lines pregnant with humour and evoking relatable imagery. I love this piece! It summarises the double identity many a people have and how differently they are seen by the people who should easily spot their ills all because their guilt is always clothed with the holy garment of worship. Well done! Looking forward to more and even a training from you... Chris is the boss here, tell 'em!
Wow! Beautiful diction; nicely written end-rhyming lines pregnant with humour and evoking relatable imagery. I love this piece! It summarises the double identity many a people have and how differently they are seen by the people who should easily spot their ills all because their guilt is always clothed with the holy garment of worship. Well done! Looking forward to more and even a training from you... Chris is the boss here, tell 'em!