The Memoir

They did not know
Who she was
Until a lion showed itself
And a leopard came
Stumbling in
Not to end there
Oooh, there is more
Wait for it
I have not finished yet

The neglect she felt
Do not even go there
The unappreciated she endured
Do not even start
The tears will flow from her eyes

They did not know
That she was living her life
Until the tears dried up
And the focus was produced
What a purpose?
She had to pay a price for
Oooh, she has come out
Cleanse your souls
I have come, The Sanusi
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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October 20, 2020 at 12:46 PM
It is when the pain you feel is so unbearable to describe and the only source of comfort you have is to write. You eventually find your soul.
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