Diamond Toes
When life seems empty
And there’s no place to go
Unlike most artists I became Salvador Dali
My Life daily tasks as a poet
It’s allow my spirit to go from high to low
With my blessed hands and my tired feet
a hard working peasant woman with diamond toes
I set the countdown each passing day while I slave away.
Those Infectious bole place in high positions,
Governor of all the Nurses
Using their authorities to weaken the spirits of the peasant
And the down trodden souls who line your corridors both day and night
however, this burden that seem too heavy to bear now....(bibilical
God will lifts away on the wing of prayers.
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