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.