𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚜

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There was once a story,
Told long ago.
Passed down from generation to generation,
Why my very own grandmother told me so!

The story of a girl,
Who fought to make her mark.
In a world full of so many expectations,
Her future surely looked grim and dark.

It started on a Monday morning,
The worst of many to come.
When her father sold her off for just a few pence,
And oh how her heart beat like a drum.

Of course she knew this could not end well,
She had to take her leave.
And so she ran in the dead of night,
With not a person unto whom she could cleave.

She tried her best to change her identity,
Not that it mattered anyway.
For she came from a place that was the lowest of low,
And covered in dirt and hay.

She walked for what seemed like forever,
And not a soul in sight.
But she was afraid to trust another,
After what her own father did to her that night.

So she slept with the moon and her children the stars,
The sound of the wind keeping her tears at bay,
And woke up slightly more disheveled,
But with a goal to find a place where she could stay.

We only know she was young and somewhat naïve,
For her very age was never given.
Very soon she stumbled upon an in,
And the smell of food gave her new ambition.

They gave her food, drink and shelter,
In a exchange for her talent in dance.
And so she did, to earn money for living,
As her movements kept her audience in a trance.

She observed the girls wooing the men,
only to see that they did it all for clout.
They told her it would help her gain more,
and to think she believed every word, without a trace of doubt.

That night she lost more than she gained,
And it left her more broken than before,
For in getting, she gave away too much, her purity,
And felt as though she were nothing more than a whore.

And the same ones that encouraged her,
With their words, they did not hesitate to attack,
So once again she took what she had and ran,
Never looking back.

She was mocked by many,
Tormented and despised.
But she did not crumble, no,
For used those stones they threw at her, to rise.

She built her life, brick by brick,
With only God by her side.
And when she was done she found someone,
Who with her forever, would abide.

Push came to shove, and her family,
The very ones who sold her away,
Poor as they were, ran out of supplies,
And were left with nothing but empty pockets and hay.

So they visited the big city,
To loan some from a supplier,
And who did they meet,
Nobody else, but their very own daughter.

Now of course she could have rejected them,
But her heart was so pure.
And though she forgave them, some things can never be forgotten,
Yet still, her love endured.

She sent them away with goods and money,
But also a very important lesson filled with truth.
Never condemn anyone regardless of what they've done,
Whether friend or foe,
But freely choose to always love those around you.

Shamiah James Blugh
This Web of Lies
Created on the 16th of August, 2021
Published on the 10th of September, 2021

Shamiah James BlughThis Web of LiesCreated on the 16th of August, 2021Published on the 10th of September, 2021

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