She has memories that bruise the wave of her voice Like sharp rocks at the edge of the oceans. They irritate the skin of her words into bleeding cries And blister her thoughts and exhausted emotions. The bottom of her feet were stained with the spirits She was forced to shed just to keep up with life. An angel in the dust could only powder her views By sinking the pain low enough to stay high. The gauntlet of time had an exhausting routine Of knocking her down and raping her heart, Spoiling the seed of such fruitful ambition, Then walking away as her world fell apart. At seventeen, laced in experience and scars Cracked diamonds and gems for glittering eyes At seventeen, so strong to overcome so much With a flare of brilliance in her poetic calls and cries. Hungry on the streets to feeding the mind at college I am no less than amazed by the passion of this girl. To sail past the jagged rocks in her way That so viciously tried to capsize her world. EAA2001
Reason for writing:
Really an intrigued by your life experiences, La Cuba.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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