Outcast among the rest,
Your beauty astounds me,
Bearing scars as a thousand soldiers
Wounded in battle at gunpoint.
Deepest lesions, harshest blows
Bitterest sores, excruciating madness
In a whirlpool of pain and despair
Dwells you, swimming in the pit of nothingness in a vegetative state.
You aim high still with tainted skin,
Nothing to attract the eyes,
But your beauty astounds me.
In a whirlpool of pain and despair
There dwells you in the pit of nothingness.
Broken birthright heir, Beautiful Black Sheep
Wounded in battle at gunpoint,
Deep is the lesions, harsh is the blows
Bitter the sores, excruciating madness.
Yet you cling to Hope’s hem
Never letting go of the need to exist.
You Are Beautiful, Black Sheep!
Written 07-15-2013
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 