With each tear comes hope, sometimes each tear marks the end.
Tears come with a range of the largest diversification.
A girl, who needs the answers to why life is so harsh, waits for answers that may never come.
An abyss in her heart created with her abuser, her master.
An abyss that will be filled with unimaginable pain and hatred.
A life not even fit for a homeless dog, the pain not even explained by the human mouth.
Is this all that life has to offer?
Is it mine to live if it is this deep?
I guess it is a pinch, we only imagine,
It is a life that belongs to another
As tonight, I will lay in my Egyptian cotton, she will cry for comfort
My stomach will be full, yet she will suffer if she need hers to sustain her.
My kisses rain, her pain pours
What else can I do? Give me the room,
I AM TAKING A STAND TO END SLAVERY
I shed the light of another
It is your chance to tell yours…..~by Wenzile Nazla Madonko-Fuyane
Photo credit Tashiya-Chan