I have tried to keep calm.
I have always told my self to keep quiet.
The world has always reminded me that I didn't need it to have food,
That God didn't need it for me to go to heaven.....
I have laboured to make myself feel free, but I always feel tormented.
For I had kept myself for 22 years....
I had always walked with pride,
Every time I was with myself I would feel like I own the world!
I used to see my innocent body as a pure throne
Even my innocent eyes were very vibrant and reminding me of the value we (body) carried.
Not until an ogre, a thief, a devil, the demon in flesh plundered my future
From then I cry until my eyes run dry
I fear the mirror, for its not me it reflects now
what I used to call my throne is now hell.
I had a prize to give my husband but, now I don't wish to meet one since I have nothing...