An innocent creature with scars
The fragile soul that staggers,
Merry-go-rounds life roundabout
Gallivanting through the untarred path,
She wanders beyond restricted grounds
Slipping
down
The hills of uncertainty
Life is unfair for leaving her unfed
Lying unconsoled, she sleeps in discontent
Snoring uncautioned through the boring nights,
Her emotional needs remain uncatered
From childhood, she was bred unfathered
But her daring cheeks remain undaunted
Every night comes without a knock
Darkness offloads the bulk of weariness from her mental dock
Her black skin camouflages her bed sheet
Reminding her of Negro prejudice
Which prevented her mother from getting justice
The dark disappears when the cock crows
The dawn appears when the sun beams
Disrupting her slumbering consciousness,
The window light wakes her dozing eyes
Another day has come
Again, the future seems to be bright
The sleeping beauty is unwilling to go browsing
For love, wherever it might be
For compassion, however sweet it might be
The futility of the past day discourages the present day
Yesterday has come and gone
With its troubles, wars and fun
Today’s price is yet to be earned
Which makes her hungry soul desire to be fed
She kneels beside her relieved bed
Thanking god she’s not yet dead
Praying hard for blessings, grace and heavens’ lead.
THE PROFICIENT O.S.S