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A girl of beauty, always a smile on her and the ones she touched
Full of love and grace and the will to learn,
Nothing could stand in her way!
Or so she thought…
This girl of beauty was neglected
By the one who was suppose to love her unconditionally
He abandoned her and she never knew why
Her tears flowed down stinging her disfigured body and soul
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
Looking in the mirror that’s not her
It was the father she longed for, reached for
But that is all he was a reflection…
In her mind she thought there are ways
Ways to fill this void and once again smile
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see?
Her body became her weakness as it was molested and tainted
They would fill her for that moment
until they too where gone
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
She always found a replacement
And she would give all she’s got
But he always wanted more
She felt she had to prove or he too shall be gone
So that’s what she did let him hit it raw
Chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis…what beautiful flowers he gave her
This girl of beauty she has an STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
White powdered nose, bright coloured pills
These became her escape
These became her friends
Out at the club with her new friends
She’d once again aim to please
Who ever it was never said no
Just promised her flowers like all others before
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know it
But shit can’t anybody see
She was blessed with child but rejected her gift
Her nose stayed powdered and she popped those coloured pills
This girl of beauty has a std
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t you see
Never knew where she slept or why her body bled
But no one reached out to find truly what’s wrong
She never knew and she never cared
When he came he promised to stay this might be him
…the father she’d lost
So she gave him her body but he shredded it to pieces
And left her lying naked
But on her chest he laid his flower
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
Her jewel flowed red as she staggered in pain
As a part of her was ripped from her womb
Where is the other half?
With him? or him, maybe him
Shit she’ll never know
This girl of beauty has a STD
But she don’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
In her hand she held her bouquet
Carried it with pride
But it bared all her shame
By day her bouquet grew big
They gave her all kinds of flowerers
Which to her look enchanting
But these flowerers smell of shame, disgust and disappointment
But how can she tell wit her nose powdered white
This girl of beauty has a STD
And she doesn’t know
But shit can’t anybody see
Now she doesn’t care for love
Herself
Him, him, and defiantly him
She’s found a dark place to put all this pain
A place she knows no one will dare enter
Her body so ripped
Her heart no beat
Nothing is left but all of his pain
Unbearable
She cries…cries
From deep down and asks for some peace
This girl with her STD
A
Soul Tattered and Dead
And she now knows but it is way too late
This girl of beauty now has
AIDS
Alone In Dead Souls
And in her mind there she is free…
But shit you still don’t see
Or you, you and defiantly you.
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
October 11,2007
poem by Lerato Shuping
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to be just another contributor
of ugliness
to this world,
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to cover all shit
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A girl that I can hold tight.
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A girl that I can hold for hours.
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The girl who has lost in wilderness
I do not have her company.
The girl who is a nightingale
I do not have her symphony.
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The girl who has oozing grace and youth
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The girl who has dark and deep eyes
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True Beauty
When a pretty girl walks down the street,
All the people want to meet.
This girl with slim hips and golden hair,
This girl that everybody wants to stare.
But I sit and ask myself, what is beauty?
Is true beauty not found in stealth?
Because this golden girl has no manners,
When she curses she never stammers.
The golden girl, who at the flick of her hand,
Would make sure all knew where they stand.
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Who seemed a tad too shady;
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A Lucky Man
A genuine girl
One who is smart
A sincere girl
She's true from the start
A courageous girl
One who isn't frightened
A determined girl
One who is enlightened
A gracious girl
Knows to appreciate
A caring girl
Knows to love not to hate
A reliable girl
She won't let you down
A cheerful girl
Doesn't like to see you frown
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There are not that many
A generous girl
She will give her last penny
A thoughtful girl
She will go out of her way
An amazing girl
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A good hearted girl
Of the world she cares
A spirited girl
Her soul is exquisitely rare
A diverse girl
Enjoys a good adventure
An outdoor girl
Loves to experience nature
An intelligent girl
Knows right from wrong
A bright girl
Knows where she belongs.
A beautiful girl
Everyone can see
A special girl
Everyone agrees
A perfect girl
This is she
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Who Will Love The Little Girl In Me
who will LOVE that little girl with the smile
and heart of gold
who has put the past
behind her and whose secret remains
untold
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that she's almost grown
though god has blessed her with
friends and family
she still feels alone
who will CRY WITH
the little girl who has been
heartbroken and used
who will HELP that little girl in a world
left confused
who will LOVE that little girl who looks for love in someone else
who will CRY FOR
the little girl in me
who doesn't even love herself....
poem by Nahjee' Wes
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Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever give a shit?
Did you ever care?
Did you ever give a shit.
You never gave it a second thought.
All you wanted was to hurt me.
You made me visit hell.
You told me not to tell.
Do you no how much I hate you.
You fucking vile piece of scum?
I absoultely dispise you.
I wish you dead.
Did you ever give a shit.
Did you care about what you did.
You raped me.
Then you turned and laughed.
I doubt you gave a shit.
I doubt you feel guilty.
And doubt you ebver will
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Beauty?
Is beauty the sea on a wild October morning,
Crashing against the rocks?
Is beauty the girl staring from the page,
Made up, a cover girl?
Is beauty the graceful tiger,
As he goes in for the kill?
Is beauty the intricate brush strokes,
Only a true artist can create?
No.
Beauty is
Pure,
Simple,
Love.
poem by I.C. Richardson
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God is beauty
The beauty of a lady
Spreading love on Internet
The beauty of the first kiss
On the corner of a dark room
The beauty of a crow
Pecking the food into grasses
The beauty of the skins
The beauty of the smile
Of a pretty girl
The beauty of the morning light
The beauty of a queer feeling
Under the shadow of a tree
The beauty of the sparrows
Bathing in the pond
The beauty of the unknowns
The beauty of forgiveness
The beauty of solitude
At a goodbye party
The beauty of a sinking heart
Driving on a steep road
The beauty of a lady
Walking alone
In the park
The beauty of the laughter of a child
The beauty of being loved
The beauty of the pat unexpected
On our shoulder
Saying I am here beside you
The beauty of making love
Early in the morning!
The beauty of the beauty
The beauty of God
The beauty of Jesus
The beauty of Zoroaster
The beauty of Buddha
The beauty of myths
The beauty of goddess
The beauty of you and I!
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