As the heat travelled hair to toe,
her plead rained loudly for a-go…
Now, her body narrowed down agony;
forever wails to assure a curse.
Oh, hell of heavens she weeped you,
yet not even coin tossed close to help
Oh, dust of ghetto she yelled out you,
once again she was soaked in torture.
From Texas to Morocco she toiled in pain,
yet the pain became a gain to maintain
Even as sunlight boiled sorely her veins,
her strength throttled towers of power.
Let the ribs of this-day moon be wiped off;
for love she hadn’t lost but buried it
Saint Romie is now sent-roam-eo; dead,
a curse she vomitted in her painful seat.
©Author Kelly JUUZ
[A salient prolific author…]
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