my mad sister

chibok

Eyes down looking on…
A lot on her mind.
Lines running like a gourmet,
She wants to make sense:
Why is everything in a blur?

Lines rage out discordant,
She wants just a little peace.
A little quiet to make sense…
Of this idea that seems oh so elusive.
Why is everything in a haze?

She seeks solace in the arms of the street
The only home she knows.
She drinks her fill from the gutters
Content only just to be left alone!
Why is everything in a fuzz?

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