Beneath the veil
She is pale
Waiting for the sun to peel
Tears fall
Her sweat trails
In a hail
She is frail
Can't afford to fail
On all fours/foes
She prays
Unique is she
A critique of the oblique
Her soul opaque
As the heart of her pupil
Feeling scorn and torn
To the bone
She mourns
Born by a bond unknown
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Poem of the Mind
PoetryStraight from East Africa, Uganda, I come to you with fresh creative stories about my life here in the United States. This book is about the reflection of life I have witnessed throughout my past time of living in the United States and also how I w...
