A War Raging Within
Have I told you lately of a woman with no soul?
Have I made mention of her flaws, her regrets
Do you know of the secrets that she keeps?
Secrets, which question, her mentality
There is a war raging within.
Have I told of a woman who hates her soul?
Of the one who stands within herself,
secretly wishing she would die.
Have I told you of a woman who smiles so bright?
That her radiance ignites those around,
as stars do the black canvas that is stagnant above her withered souls
Haunted she has become by her demons that infiltrate, her veins
Stabbed her eyes are by the constant transgressions she’s made
Her demons cast out spells that somehow captured those relentless to her soul
Spells that rendered her worthless
Spells, that brought about those who wiped their hands on her pure beauty.
There is a war raging within
Have you heard of a woman who wishes she were dead
No one dared to save her from sinking sands
Have you taken a chance to see what lies beneath?
Vibrations, shook long ago.
With every inch, she holds on.
Have you heard of a woman who is without Family, though has family
Have I made mentioned of her fears,
her sorrows,
her heartaches,
her beliefs,
her disbeliefs.
Have I told of a woman who turned her collar to those who dampened her soul
Who made many restless nights an embrace to her damage soul?
Of the one who does not cease with trepidation
Neath the hallos of moonlight she walks alone in her damnation
There is a war raging within
Have you heard of the elongated beauty that stands out amongst crowds?
Have you seen her ebony skin, which forms the cracks in mirrors telling stories of her transgressions?
Have I told you of a woman whose basketball bottom is center of those who are relentless to her soul?
Reason for her unworthiness,
Like cancer her transgressions grow
Her sinful heart fractures.
There is a war raging within
Have I told you of the woman who reiterated repentance for her sins yet feel that servitude to her demonic self is what will bring her death?
Have I told you of a woman who doubts her place among those she loves?
Doubts her reason for existence
Doubts the perplexed concept of weathered changes
Have I told you of a woman who holds and holds on though in the end she will never see those that left before her?
Who dreads the empty void if she speaks of what she fights with
Forlorn, in a world, that is relentless to her soul.
Have I made mention of a black beauty, so rare in her own way
But deep within feels hideous
Did I mention that this woman is a giver?
Did I mention this woman is more than basketball bottom, more than that sweet smile?
You so hauntingly try to take advantage of
There is war raging within
Did I mention that this woman
IS PERHAPS ME
Just so, it could be you
Copyright © Debbie Walker | Year Posted 2018
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