Amesha, 13
Proud Caribbean artist🖍🖌
. Painter
.Illustrator
.Author/ Poet
.Aspiring inspiration

The girl covered in dark black curtains of hopelessness exposed herself to the light.
 
Sparked beauty out of despair and gave her believers the sight.

Broke a couple clocks trying to stop time
Played the role of slave, found a hobby in the grime.

Did free imprisonment in her own imagination
Stood before the majesty, her mirror
Fed empowerment to her opposition
They watched as she grew
 thinner into the entertaining sinner

Bawled with her reflection
Many guilty rests she had
Threw out a bag of her wreckless imperfections
Now out of her weakness, she grew clad

Forgave some, forget the others
Entitled her enemies, grounded her brothers

This goes to show plans don't make joyous stories
They showcases gratifying testimonies and truth-revealing cerimonies