Whispers travelled like a wild fire
Her rise to power was a result of her
lifting her legs,
I look at you, my eyes tear up
I am caught between the love
I have for you and the self hate
that overwhelms my heart
There are days I’ve thought
of dangling in the skies
like a pendant on a King’s wall
for all to see and shame.
Life has dealt me a bad card
and yet here I sit. I fight
not for my soul but for
you to maybe have it
better than I
by Liz Kilili