A Waking Aim
A WAKING AIM:
What a waking aim,
Since she's blessed than fame,
To upgrade and uphold her name?
After stumbling in shame,
She now stands strong in new life game,
And also winning as same.
Before, she couldn't used her mind,
When her circles stole her might.
Those days were made of fright,
And she shed tears through the nights.
She knew they weren't her family,
Because verily, they treated her badly.
They made her sell her body for money.
But thankfully, she's out of that agony.
Copyright © Anderson Solanmuse | Year Posted 2022
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