Silence!
Most days are like this
Quarantine. Isolation. Reminiscence
She was dancing with her father in front of me
I smiled. And sighed and cried within.
Silence
put your finger on your lips
Make no sound
Do NOT tell anyone.
They say your environment influences who you are
I agree
Except for destiny
A gold coin hidden in mud is still a gold coin
However dirty
Life is a game of cards
playing; dealt to us
the wicked hands of our fathers
Some life is harsh.
The physically abused child is still mentally aging
Forever stuck, sick With
The stench in her mouth from holding inside all the fury
When daddy left, my little brother grew instantly
He become the protector
Practising by beating me
We still love them
These latent ones who are friendly
Because when love has shown you its closet
You decide what you want to wear
Which one suits you best
Familiar outlets..✍🏽
