YET IT SOUND LIKE ME!!! Dont know where it came about Dont know how it came to existence But it has becomes my cage Somewhere that I am separated from my wisdom I have been robbed of my dreams For there is a darkness with strength That forbids me from reaching my thoughts Yet it sound like me I feel like I dont know what I am robbed of For everything seems to be missing My memories are distorted Cant remember all my interest I am seized by unforeseen number of changes Changes that have powers all over me. Yet it sound like me I love black colour for it suit me perfectly Because I am black but that is not why I like it Historically, in ancient history Black has always been close cousin to sadness Over million of people in the world, wore black to demonstrate sadness. Yet that doesnt sound like me I love black because I am all black My dreams are black My goals are black My room is black Even my little white Teddy Bear has gone black Yet it sound like me As I lie in my fatal little room I positions myself every evening To stare at the dark corner Recently build in my room It is beautiful! It is where my wisdom, my thoughts and my strength are buried And it is where my eyes will forever gazes For I have lost something significant in it. Yet it sound like me My bones ache because my soul cries My thoughts have scattered because consciousness has left me My knowledge leave me because my wisdom have gone I am plain black young woman That will return plainly. The empty she came The empty she return Yet it sound like me #Dedicated to people with Cardiovascular diseases
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 10:53:51 +0000
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