I huff and puff
I brew and burn
It hurts
The neglect
The rejection
Was I not the sun of the day?
Or the moon at night?
Maybe adequately the stars of the night
The truth is, beauty I owned
Then I harboured hatred
I clothed dishonesty
Birth wickedness
Promoted fakeness
Employed disunity
Dwelled in corruption
I became ugly
How did I get so sour?
Should I kill myself?
Maybe better still go exile
I am so unwanted
Change they say begins with me
But I am so ugly
How do I start?
The time is now!
Stand up and change
“Beauty comes from within”, He told me
Maybe I can be ‘beautyful’ again
In hope, I rise.
Queen NATALIA.
