She Was Finally Happy

She Was Finally Happy elegy

Uploaded by Christian Tripp

After all the heartbreaks,
and the suicidal thoughts within her mind.
SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!!
As she remembered the 128 times she got raped.
The times evil boys said ”I LOVE YOU” — eventhough their word were fake.
SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!!
After her tears of sadness could fill an ocean,
Her heART was filled with divine devotion.
She lost all sinister & subliminal motion,
and she finally engulfed her body with peaceful emotions.
SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!!
A smile appeared on her face,
As she embraced her ”BLACK” race.
She knew the pigment (colour) of your skin doesn’t define your place in society.
The mystical goddess escaped her poverty.
SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!!

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