Lewis Nyaga Poet Narrative

Cbartracks Grace

I spied Grace she was in a gentleman's club
her moves so pure but am more enchanted
by her disposition that inner purity radiating
a paradox for one involved in such a service
selling her flesh yet yearning for respect

Many are the times shes had to cry alone
asking God why do i have to do this..
do all these hungry eyes have to feast
upon my sacred sanctuary for them to offer
their filthy but desperate needed money

I offered her a bottle of beer and partook
the feast that never fills one hunger..
it only makes one more hungry than before
I reminded her they say king Solomon had.. 
a harem with hundreds of concubines..

They all craved the attention of their king
and if tomorrow is Judgement day grace..
remember to say that you were with me
i ended spending the office petty cash...
but i got at least to chat with lady grace

At church next day cant concentrate images
of a pure grace dancing as she was born keep..
keep invading my mind.. am attending this service
for her with her in communion with her.. grace
for if tomorrow is judgement day grace.. Cbartrakx








cybartracks
small worldwaters
code 254

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