La Douleur De Ma Vie

I have reached the end. 
My days have been spent. 
My hours alive were short.
My pale skin is wrapped in silk
And pretty diamonds that weigh a ton
My nails are painted. 
My scars are drawn over. 
And my hair weaved with the prettiest flowers.

Existing for years but only living for days
This was my curse. 
Placed by the cruelty of men 
And the chains of money. 
My wings clipped and nails filed. 
My wrist chained and my voice stolen. 

The mud beneath sinks as you walk
The sky screams of unfairness. 
The flowers bow their head in shame 
The man in the hat kneels as I pass 
Laying in white sheets 
Closed in a box and thrown underground. 
The shiny box is suffocated with the dirt
The eyes of men filled with regret and shame 
And useless tears. 

All my life,
I’ve seen the sky without sunshine 
No moon to guide me. 
Coarse winds and painful falls. 
The plants have used my tears 
And now my decaying flesh as substance. 

The cursing lips of man trailing my body 
Stole all my dignity 
And the peeping eyes with hands in pants 
Watched and watched. 
The peeping eyes lower in shame
The hands that prolonged the abuse
Carried me to my rest
How kind. 

All the air I stole ran short. 
The smiles I sneaked in,
Have killed me now. 
Indirectly cutting of my legs 
Trapping me in the loop of feeling 
Feeling everything and nothing 
As a silent girl  killed off by man. 

My mother caressed my pale skin
She forces her guilt aside and stares
She sees the small child in me
The tears fallen at her hands 
Were used to water the money tree
Now my cheeks are hit with salty mother tears. 
How turned are the tables now? 
Pity I can’t witness it. 

What a pity 
They shout above my grave 
She didn’t deserve it, they said 
As the maggots feast on me 

How pitiful is your regret. 
How shameful is your existence 
To have ignored my pain
And walked me
Hand in hand 
To my grave.