Save My Pride
Restore the beads you took from me,
They are quilt made for me by nature,
My virginity is my pride which smile;
Save it from a bloody tears which calls.
Stitch the hallow sweat of pains that cut
Through the edge of my young succulent heart,
Save my pride of gold from tears of lost.
Through the face of unpalatable ego,
We can re-arrange the mood of our spirit.
Do not take my pride out shamefully,
Disgrace not my beads in the public eyes,
My blood shall speak someday if you
Do this sweet sorrowful move now.
Save my pride; save my life for I am a woman,
Do not take it away to be disgrace.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2015
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