I was born with a scar yet my life a mistake of existence
I used my hand to paint a wall with blood, drawing a picture that only made sense in phase of my existence that felt its rejection from nature.
My hand projected pain given birth to by my heart yet my eyes saw no good in me.
A Dream I had, like others, believe me I did.
Unlike they, cause my dream was pictured in pain.
While others prayed for cars and wealth I prayed to God just to see her face, cause pictures couldn’t capture her from a distance.
Yet from my dream I woke up just to swallow my own tears cause I was born with a scar yet my life is a mistake of existence.
Cause from my birth I failed to cry yet mourned though it sound like crying to nurses.
But to me, it was pain and shame knowing that she has lost her soul
Before the morning could even know that her sleep was eternal
Now when others pray for cars and wealth I pray to God just to see my mother’s face, cause pictures couldn’t capture her from a distance.