Night Stories
I will proudly wear my skin
With clenched teeth and an unwavering spirit.
In the night when the fire dances against it,
The stars admire it for being like the night.
When the sun rises to burn it,
I still stand strong with a heart perched on high.
When the rain falls and washes away the pain,
I fear none and dance with the birds of the sky.
Beautiful like the night sky,
Bright as darkness ,
One with the night,
My skin is beauty incarnate.
This is the crown upon my bones.
Copyright © Patience Mudau | Year Posted 2017
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