Her inadequacies more apparent than a red door surrounded by white walls, her creativity hindered by lack, feeling broken but put together while understanding that she’s gonna fall apart at the smallest crack, she cries. Attempting to make a life worth living while sitting wondering if its worth her while People smile, she smiles, utilizing her feminine wiles to purchase the aisles of items in a store before she could not afford. Living her days to the beat of the drum of one accord, but all it took was one accord to pull up for her to put out. She use to think she was the most beautiful creature, a true definition of God’s creation, spent her entire childhood trying not to look like those girls her momma told her about and now that’s all shes after… wanting her happily ever after, knowing that will never come once she spreads her legs cuz nothing ever comes after, except laughter from the men who congregate and about her mistake in letting them penetrate… but shes seen the hate in their eyes whenever she tells them to wait, and that wait turns to rape and that rape turns to weight and that weight sits on top of her slowly beating heart… or whats left of it of course…. Her heart beats to the drum of one accord. Without these men she feels ignored but her faith has her reassured that her end will be infinitely prettier than her beginning. So she waits… waits for the floodgates to open, for the happiness to roam
