A girl with prayers in her eyes.
Her soft palms met to a tempo;
Giving dead babies a throb for their underdeveloped hearts
Her face stared at the black wall,
Drawing illusions of unfledged wings,
Scarred, feelings scattered.
She stood, kneeling to the darkness
With luscious lips cussing and reciting hymns,
Amongst the incantations there was the Apostles’ Creed
Her Pastor had forgotten in between her thighs
The day she lost her sins in a well of inequity.
The voices of her ancestries sang endless ditties,
A girl with poisonous love bites on her heart
The drums of her ears played a tune of death
A dry rhythm like dead rose petals with feet of royalty taking their last crisp.
She watched for a God from her broken window
Which hung limply from her haven;
An old round hut with a stench of rotting burdens
Destined to devour her soul bit by bit
Let the sun set with her spirit.
Laid her body on a brown wilted mattress
Where her dreams went to sleep
And nightmares took a waltz in her soul.