Her Head Held High
Alone she walks,her head held high
To her the crowd is indomitable,
With determination and vigor she smiles unwittingly
Never to anticipate her heart is full of torment
Bruised by the thorns in her life, she obscures her cicatrix
With make up, cloaking her beauty and grandeur ,she walks with her head held high
Copyright © Paul Kamusa | Year Posted 2017
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