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jimi imad
Poems
Feb 2010
The Living Corpse
All I see is black
Like a moonless night
Beauty holding back
Ugly wins the fight.
Free she was born
Prisoner she was raised
Great weight she borne
Greater price she paid.
God blessed her with a face
Men cursed her with a veil
Spirits made her in a high place
Society through her in a deep vale.
Hating her own kind
Preferring the other side
Life destroyed her mind
From being put aside.
Choices canβt be made
Thoughts not allowed
Smiles begin to fade
Cries became loud.
Dreams dropping like flies
Nightmares coming to life
Pain showing in her eyes
Like being stabbed by a knife.
Now moving like a walking ghost
Passing through with crushed up hopes
Hopes she had but now are lost
The day she was born a corpse.
Copyright 2010. jimix
Written by
jimi imad
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