Her Story
She was just a Village girl,
Forever counting the countless stars
in the hopes that her golden dream would shine
just as brght
But all my reality showed her
was a
Dull
Damp
And Diminishing hope
for any change,
See, She was just a Village girl,
Dreaming loud and proud of her
Golden Husband
But all reality showed her
was
Sipho next door
sipping on some smooth
Milk
so, She ran.
Passing surprised, suppressed
faces
until She reached the city of GOLD.
And for a change reality showed her something
GOLDEN.
She assumed too soon,
see, her Golden tiled floors
were dark tarred roads
Her Golden roof
was a CBD Bridge
Her Golden painted walls
were graffiti painted pillars
Her golden husband
Who was more dust than gold,
Picked her from the gravel,
Told her that she radiated beauty
that her chocolate skin put him in a constant chocolate high,
But soon that was all gone,
See, she was changing
Her skin went from purple to black even blue too
Her body di'composed
Each muscle swelling, aching, bruising
Her
golden husband
who was more dust than gold
turned into a brutal
being. Beating...Beating...her.
So she ran.
passing surprised suppressed faces until she returned home.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Her Story
She was just a Village girl,
Forever counting the countless stars
in the hopes that her golden dream would shine
just as brght
But all my reality showed her
was a
Dull
Damp
And Diminishing hope
for any change,
See, She was just a Village girl,
Dreaming loud and proud of her
Golden Husband
But all reality showed her
was
Sipho next door
sipping on some smooth
Milk
so, She ran.
Passing surprised, suppressed
faces
until She reached the city of GOLD.
And for a change reality showed her something
GOLDEN.
She assumed too soon,
see, her Golden tiled floors
were dark tarred roads
Her Golden roof
was a CBD Bridge
Her Golden painted walls
were graffiti painted pillars
Her golden husband
Who was more dust than gold,
Picked her from the gravel,
Told her that she radiated beauty
that her chocolate skin put him in a constant chocolate high,
But soon that was all gone,
See, she was changing
Her skin went from purple to black even blue too
Her body di'composed
Each muscle swelling, aching, bruising
Her
golden husband
who was more dust than gold
turned into a brutal
being. Beating...Beating...her.
So she ran.
passing surprised suppressed faces until she returned home.
" Your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's"
