She is a beauty of art in her flaws
Drained in her insanity
To be the ideal woman society expects
She had once trusted lies as truth
Even when her heart knew She was on the wrong path
She gave her happiness out like a trophy
But people treated it like trash
She got kicked and punched by some religious ones
In the name of character
She believed envy when it told her she could wish for more than enough
Money mocked her majestically
Until she fought for a gold crown among the rich
But she traded her happiness away
For what! Money?
Look at her perfectly ruined by it
She was loved by many when she walked on Streets of gold
Now she doesn't recognize who she is
She might look damage
But she believes she can manage
To wallow in her fate
As long as her strength can survive
She is tired and angry at life
But She won't stop fighting to survive
So allow her to live in her nightmares
And nurture her bruises
Save her from all your hypocritical prayers
She is a survivor and that's all that matters
~Lescano Ilimi Jnr
#TheServant
©lescano
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