SCARS TO MY BEAUTY


Hell pledged to ride her raw like a horse before I could be released to the world anchored by life and death

Her screaming and pain were needed for my existence to be a reality

Her candles needed to be lightened and sublimed down to the ground for me to break out of the shell holding my existence

Tears eventually became her best friend, because she didn't have any other option than to dance to the dictates of the giver of life and death

Her glowing body became a viewing center where scars of different types are being viewed

She did walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Her beautiful body was gifted away, not as she wanted but as I wanted

For good nine months, my destiny was held and protected inside her feeble stomach

I was told how I used to feed and suck her nutritious breast like an angry monster

I became her silent dictator

I became her alarm in the middle of the night by calling out her soul in the romance of dreamland

I became her determinant, determining what to eat, to drink and to wear

She didn't have any option than to fall in love with me

She is a scar to my beauty

I became her closest pal for a solid nine months


The dream of trampling and soiling her good deeds can not be possible till eternity.

She is indeed a scar to my beauty

Appreciate your parents, no matter how little you can, without them, your existence might not be possible at this time.