Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 5, 2014

Soul Whispers~by Neetu Wali~poetry created by SPNANDA,’Aas’


 

 

Soul Whispers

Dirty eyes around her
Played with her torn skirt
While she played with dirt
She did play with dirt
But she didn’t know
What it meant to play
With dirt
Till she actually
Was forced to be the
Dirt to play with
She lived
A death inside
And how that mattered
To the world outside
The world needed
Her skin
Not the soul within
And now something
Inside her says
Time for another skirt
Another round of dirt
And she asks herself
Should I??


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