Lotus Flower
She was a street worker
Careless turning corners
Money was her idol
Heartless with the men
Material wealth she chased
Her wisdom bell kick in
She ran to the hills of the light
Ripping her soul from her chest
From shame flowing through her
She purge sun up sun down
She flourish into a golden lotus flower
Copyright © Patrice Trice Jackson | Year Posted 2016
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