BEYOND THE BARE SHOW
Most times I see through her eyes, pains
Which seem so severe. She fakes
Smiles just to push along this lane
That seems so dry. "I am fine" is nay.
Like the donkey with its heavy load
She is enduring things beyond her hold
While many thinks she is just in fold
Of pretense. Maybe because she is bold.
"When? how? am I cursed?
Why me? What's the cause?"
Should have been her daily chores
But then in songs, her sorrows forgot'n.
Bold and beautiful, her first definition.
Resilient and dutiful, her true exposition.
Bare to reality, full of exceptional diction.
Her life is ruled beyond the things in fiction.
She is screwed in anguish,
Living in thorns, not her heart wish.
But most want her for rubbish.
How can men be this selfish?
Kenewrites
Great Piece Kene! More ink sir
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