A New Name
A lonely cold stranger in her own living room,
She assumed the role of a ghost,
She changed her name to avoid being numb,
To become who she wanted the most,
And her new name was a name for beauty outside,
She painted her name out in front,
Every day of her life she had intimate friends,
Living her life on the run,
No longer the shade of another’s dark past,
A mark of an abscessed old tooth,
She walked the streets with beautiful shame
And became the angel of truth.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2020
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