With the air that smells lemon dipped in honey,
I went on discovering the women I left behind.
All her bruises and legs were like a landmark,
I went on exploring her when I saw the sculpture
that was full of creative art.
I tasted her, the rawness attracted my heart,
that’s when I realised that in her life
people used her and let her go.
Why the grace wasn’t enough for them to call her home?
why did they feel her stars will ruin their soul?