Long ago, a girl named Bintu lived in a small village.
She was from the land of nowhere, slim and savage.
Her eyes were white pearls, her hair shiny black.
He lips were leave-shaped, her skin— melanin didn't lack.
Tall and slim was Bintu.
An orphan no one could talk to.
Some called her names.
Others spat on her, calling her daughter of ashes and flames.
She had no friends except rats and mice.
Unrecognized yet, very nice.
Soon, she was known for something.
A talent no one knew it saw in anything.
An interpreter of dreams,
An Oracle of the gods of Golds and creams.
She became known.
Healing Kings from the lands of the Unknown.
Binta Bintu—
Everyone started calling upon her.
Until one-day, she saved the prince's life.
And became not just his helper, but his wife.
The girls with the mouse on her head.
Now became a princess with crown on her head.
© Madinah_Writes
13.08.2021
2:59 p.m
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