Yard Girl

                                     Let's pray Bow towards a holy land Weep on the walls of a holy city Let blood on a sacred ground Pin a staff by a riverbank Let's pray I've found a spot in a crumbling fortress I've made an altar on Mount Vulcan Let's pray Make it fervent, make it calm Make it subtle, make it fire Give me freedom, keep me bound Give me chaos, give me salvation Call me child then, make me the enemy Tie me down with a banner of peace Cuff me in chains and tell me "damnation"! When I seek Show me a path called mystery When I ask Give me a potsherd to ease my inquisition Almighty, all-being Divided amongst men Each brings a portion and call it only Each shows a path and call it true. Each way is upright, the rest, the fate of Babylon Each is just, all others are iniquity Let's pray That when I see, I'm forever lost That when I'm lost,...

She came as she was, born like every other and treated like every other. Nothing was special as everything seemed ordinary. She had this feeling that it wasn’t all there is, she felt there was more. She felt there should be more behind the mask she had seen everyone wearing. We all looked the same, but she was curious, you wouldn’t blame her right, would you?. All she wanted was to see what was behind the mask. Her mother wore it, her aunties wore it, even those before her. They all appeared comfortable wearing it. So she grew up wearing it too. She was made to believe the mask was part of their identity, that they couldn’t be unmasked. Like it was their birthright. But no! There should be more than meets the eye, so she thought. She went within her soul, seeking and searching for a way out. She had sought to know her real identity. At the ‘semi-woman’ stage, it became more profound, glaring her in the face that there could be a way out after all. She sought to know more ab...