"THE GIRL WITH BLOOD LIKE NIGHT" Poem, by Hadeed musa, at My poetic side

whenever i was upset,

i wrote my thoughts as a note.

i let the words come out of my hands,

so they wouldn't come out of my throat.

i wrote out all my secrets,

i left my soul bare.

i spilled everything i knew,

everything i did not care to share.

i wrote things i overheard,

secrets i was forced to keep.

thoughts that ran around my head,

like a million little sheep.

my soul was written in notes,

as my blood turned into ink.

i wrote until my hands were black,

and i could not bare to think.

so if you meet me one day,

the girl with bloodlike night.

ask me about my secrets,

the ones i was forced to write.

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