I was hired for the harshness of my voice
and my art of prolonged weeping
then why I’m lashed so mercilessly
each time I howled in agony
I was hired for my long black hair
soft, wavy, shiny and so beautiful
but no combs were ever bought for me
I was hired for my knowledge of blue hues
prussian, cyan, cobalt and midnight
but they prohibited me from looking at the sky
yet I secretly exercise my lamentation,
so hard doing it with eyes wide open,
and I secretly struggle to unravel too
why the child was so thankful
while digging holes deeper than its own height
did it also, like me, know that
holes, wholeheartedly, are see-through
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
I was hired for the harshness of my voice
and my art of prolonged weeping
then why I’m lashed so mercilessly
each time I howled in agony
I was hired for my long black hair
soft, wavy, shiny and so beautiful
but no combs were ever bought for me
I was hired for my knowledge of blue hues
prussian, cyan, cobalt and midnight
but they prohibited me from looking at the sky
yet I secretly exercise my lamentation,
so hard doing it with eyes wide open,
and I secretly struggle to unravel too
why the child was so thankful
while digging holes deeper than its own height
did it also, like me, know that
holes, wholeheartedly, are see-through