Black HairA Poem by Sunflower
A fist in the air,
She was always a fighter, Black hair, She was always a bit of a stranger. A tear held back in her eye, She was always tough, Death hunts in time, She was always a bit rough. A heart out of the situation, She was always insecure, No loving in love takes concentration, She was always so sure.
© 2013 Sunflower |
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SunflowerKendallville, INAbout27. About to be divorced from my abuser. Trying to heal, and still searching to find who my true self is and where my soul feels peace. My life is a constant battle of how tough can I truly be. I have.. more..Writing
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