The day I will dream. I will dream of sores and wounds. I will see as a vision; a night with no morning. I will sing and dance in worship, the star twilight. I will smear shame and pain in the minds of the bad. I will imagine no sun or moon in the sky, only light shinning through the darkness. I will wash out their minds and leave, only a blank page of sorrow and gloom. I will smile and laugh in joy, and leave wrinkles on my dimpled chicks. This is fine, I will say. I will continue if nature allows, cutting into strips life and soul. I will dream yet wake up to live.
When the pain entered, it never left
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Philino Swartz said,
October 26, 2009 at 6:43 am
That’s deep, girl. Good write