My heaven
By Faithfavoured.( Kenya)
Email. faithfella8@gmail.com.
Scars hidden in her smile,
Crying in the rain,
We all could tell not she went through hell.
Who knew she was in pain?
She has been away for a while.
Here back she comes, blisters in her body, face shinny porcelain.
Mama needs a break, a helping hand but she’s only source: it’s inescapable.
Watching her with pity, I work to light her path, towards her gain.
Mama is world’s pride, not to be left wander in streets against her will.
If I hurt her, godfather curse me to death, she’s my sunshine.
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