What It Whispers.

from the ruins.

The 1rst of October had finally arrived,

My excitement boundlessly thrived.

Dad has got his monthly pay,

This time he promised us a better home and a better stay...

The place is new

The people we know are loving as my mother, but only a few.

They were. Were. 

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 Dad and I sped to the store,

Just to get a little furniture makeover.

Scented candles have always been my favourite, so that shall stay just on my bedside table.

The glowing lights were magnificent, so grabbing one shall not hurt.

Dad stood there smiling proudly, as he just saw his daughter building a home.

I held his hands and walked out of the store, his fingers entwined with mine.

Our skin tone for some reason didn't match,

he was fair as an English man, and I was just me with my brown skin.

I was saddened because friends told me that being a brown daughter to him was odd,

I cried holding his shirt whilst telling him all that they taunted me with.

He caressed my cheeks and pushed back my hair and told that

he was ever a proud father to have a girl with a heart so bright,

And that Brown was his favourite colour.

So I never bothered even if we earned a few awkward stares.

I couldn't hold my bubbling excitement, opening the back hood of our car, I grabbed all that we bought,

To make our home a little more beautiful one.

The lights were set, and the yellow glow brightened my room,

I lit the candle and let the aroma spread all around.

To say I was happy would be an understatement,

Perhaps I was the happiest person you would've ever seen.

That night I slept like a baby wrapped in a blanket, but this blanket was in the air, 

and it smelled like Rose.

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The next morning everything was fine and dandy,

Why will it not be when my aromatic candle made everything so heavenly?

I rushed out of my room to grab my friends,

To show what the white father has done for his brown daughter...

But little did I know...what was coming next.

It was a bright morning, a perfect one to boast to your friends anyway.

Skipping along the roads, I reached my friend's house. A beautiful one indeed.

I invited her, claiming that I got hold of beautiful things that she might never be able to...

Pathetic were my words, but it was okay to cut some slack on morals...sometimes.

An aeroplane sped on the sky, the noise it made boomed as though the world just shattered.

My heart began to beat faster...