Glenyse
To black to see, people just run over me
Stolen from her dark skinned family
Someone who people don’t likes to be making food and pleasant moves
In her closed mind she rather wants to smell the scent of freedom
Feels bad, disliked, poor and psychologically raped
In desperate need for love and care, and a friend to brush her hair
Who fears being left alone, poor and weak
Who gives a damn about the people who stand close to her
Who wishes to be a strong, independent person
Next stop, freedom
Ward
