Her Soul is Cloaked in Smog
A crown of thorns
The dark is her norm; they delivered her to revenge and cruel scars
They whispered to her in tongues of vile
She has no recall of love at all
Soaked diapers and hunger pains
Cries unrecognized
A stepfather amused when he abused
while her mother stood like a statue
They doused her in unspeakable acts
An egregious memory for her to overcome
She is a dark beauty that many are envious of,
the ice princess that no one wants
Her heart now cloaked in the vapor of smog
The only protection she knows
How does she love when she knows of none?
Does she overcome the dusk and identify with the light?
When all she knows is to conquer and divide
Who do we fault for her behavior?
Nature or nurture, who can say
She is a by-product of their malicious ways
Don’t judge her harshly because all she knew was hate
