Daughter of the World – Poem

Poems about women

She was a daughter of the world, my dear…
Who else did you hope you would see her be?

She was a daughter of the world, you know?
Yes, you knew she was – she did tell you so

By the way she moved, by the way she spoke…

You said she was the one, then you took her home
Aware of who she was – the daughter of the world

So why would you blame her for your fall?
She was a woman of the world, after all…

You believed you could resist because you were strong

You engaged in her deceitful talk – a little too long

She was falling; of course she made you fall

Extremely fast and extremely low.

You opened the door of your universe for her
Wide open – to be torn apart as she entered there

She was a child of the SKY –
A beauty of the Beast, but you… came

From then – within His beautiful temple

Right into the present – un-covered… in shame

Your muse was nothing less and she was nothing more,
but a totally faithful daughter of the unfaithful world

‘Wahala’ was her name. ‘Wahala’ she was called

She was a daughter of the world –
With all her heart, her mind, her soul…

 Set her free… Why won’t you, baby?

Set her free… …In Him…
She is no longer who she used to be.

Meaning of “wahala”: Trouble 😳

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About a Girl who Never Smiles

Dama (2)

There is a girl who never smiles…

Her skin is flawless and her lips are smooth

Oh yes, there is always a man by her side

He seems to adore her, she remains aloof…

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This man worships her and her flawless skin

And he loves to love her dependence on him

Yet, although a master in the art of enticement

There is still no rest for her tired soul….

She needs a lot more than she can get from a boy…

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So she drinks his life just to fill herself

Yet, the more she takes the emptier she gets

So now she provokes him to use and abuse her

filling up her emptiness with drama and pain…

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She becomes a woman, a lover of sorrow –

A slave of wrong touch, a slave of wrong words

Soon, she disregards the way she was made

and begins to swing from a boy to a girl…

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They call her a man eater and a femme fatale

She becomes unconscious from all of her lies…

She reaches the place where even her face

No longer hides failure of her mother Eve…

Where her own mind starts tormenting her

Yelling “Your blood might be positive…!”

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Desperate for answers she gives drops of it away

Then, she waits for a piece of paper to decide her fate

Now, she prays a little prayer – a prayer of tears…

Negative! The paper says. In and out, she breathes…

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She is ready… to be one with a man of her own…

She is ready now to be with him, and to let him go…

Although her desire is still shy and silent

It is heard and is granted by the Most, Most High

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They are drawn to each other

She becomes His wife…

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To her, he is not a cushion, nor a fashion statement

To him, she is not a toy, nor a sexy girlfriend

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They are made from the same and true spiritual soil

She belongs to him… He’s the One for her soul

And He is her husband, and she is his wife

She may look like same old her, but… I saw her smile.

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