Thursday, November 12, 2009

HER SIN.

Fate was not on her side,
She used her senses
When she asked for help
They ignored her
Or pretended they did not hear her.
Some befriended her
Just to use her.
Every day she asked herself why?
Why me?
Was her daily cry.
Mummy abandoned her
Left her with her grandmother
Who died after a year.
She moved from home to home.
Sometimes she slept in the gutter.
She became a whore
Not by choice
Circumstances forced her too.
She was beautiful.
Her only sin……

She was born blind……

©thelma migue, 2009

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