The Rock
My pen write
My heart speaks
Of how my soul appreciate that one strong man
Full of dust from head to toe
Pushing those heavy wheelbarrow
To earn for a bread
Whose hands are those it is his family that awaits, awaits for him to share the bread
My eyes have seen
Of that wonderful woman
Who’s turning black not only black but black as charcoal
For the sun has no mercy for her beautiful skin
Day and night with the bucket on her head
She also believes a day in her life will be brighter than yesterday
That she will no longer inhabit the wrinkles on her face and the cracked legs in her beautiful body.
Copyright © Marilyn Shila | Year Posted 2023
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