Thursday, October 20, 2011

Sonnet by Althea Morojo

Tormented Heart

Little Ali struck in the moment
Tears flowing through her eyes
Wiping it roughly with a bonnet
Body nearly cold as ice

Little Ali wishing to be healed
For all she asks was mercy
Good thing came out a shield
Then he says, "don't worry"

Little Ali where are you going?
To a place where the blind can see
I'm tired of pretending in peace we will be free

Little Ali now in a place called love
Catching smiles with bruise hands as her glove

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