She wallowed in grief beyond our ken
As drops of tears streaked her fair face
Her life was a farce, her soul was lost
Yet from afar, girls sought her place.
A motor approached, purred on her lawn
Time to perform, the guests had come!
She caked her face and tidied her locks
Drowned herself in fragrance, then some.
‘O where do I hide this load of mine?’
Jewellery? Shoes? Bags? Something classy?
Windows to her soul fluttered in search
For where to hide what none should see.
But she was summoned a l’il too soon
To her audience there to adore
Luxury in the flesh, unmatched beauty
Riches immense, glamour, splendour.
Their gazes followed her dainty steps
Gliding with grace, she showed no guile
She’d figured it out and knew just where:
Her sadness was tucked behind a smile.
Well done, originality.
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Thanks, Naijamum 🙂
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Jazakillah khayr, dear Ilham. I am honoured 🙂 ❤
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Salaams.
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I am honoured by your nomination dear Sis. Jazakillah khayr ❤
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Ameen! 🙂
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Hi Keidi,
Beautifully written. 🙂
The many façades that we sometimes use to conceal our many truths. Pain hidden beneath layers of laughter.
Funny how people focus on the exterior when evaluating a person, if only we were blessed with x-vision, the reality would be shocking, to say the least.
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Thank you, Nedoux. 🙂
It’s quite pitiful how we allow ourselves be sidelined by material thing such people flash when if only we looked into their eyes, we would discover a silent scream for help.
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